Wordless Wednesday: The Seven-Year-Old practices medicine

(Photo: Shala Howell)
(Photo: Shala Howell)

Unpacking continues apace at Caterpickles Central. Only 52 boxes to go! (More or less. If you ignore the piles of boxes that I’ve decided what to do with — donate, move to basement, break down & recycle — but haven’t quite gotten around to taking care of yet.)

Literalistic caveats aside, a few days ago, we uncovered a trove of stuffed animals from my childhood. The Seven-Year-Old immediately adopted this battered old raccoon, and sent him to hospital for some belated rehab. Raccoony lost an eye in a regrettable incident some 35 years ago.

I honestly don’t remember the details, but I’m certain The Seven-Year-Old will pry some suitably grim story of my miscreant younger self out of Raccoony this afternoon.

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2 comments

  1. hope it goes to the iCoon hospital — my father (born 1916) referred to one of the high schools in Alamance County, NC, as “blind pig.” The high school name was Pleasant Grove (PG) – p eye g with a missing “eye”

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