What is a monkeybox?

When I was a little girl, we had a pet monkey named Amanda. My Dad worked in the produce business, so each night he brought home that days culls in a big box - spotty cucumbers, pithy apples, limp celery, moldy oranges and the like. We called it a monkeybox. It was really just trash, but my Mom would take each piece of fruit and trim it, pare it and cut it up to make a beautiful fruit platter for Amanda. Even though it was deemed trash by one, it still had life left in it and was good for the purpose we needed it. That's how I live my life - thrifting, yard saling, looking for another's trash to be my treasure.

Saturday, March 17, 2007

Volleyball Tournament

Yesterday was the Unified Volleyball tournament. You might be thinking that I could have used a better picture. But, this is exactly how I saw it for four hours. No one knew how to raise the giant net fence so the spectators could watch the matches. We sat in the second story bleachers so we had to look down through the net and it was not easy. It was like watching volleyball in the fog. Once you got used to it you could sort of make out which child was which, but if you looked away and looked again you were back to square one. Needless to say - I didn't take a lot of photos.

DS's team won First Place. Yeah for him. This is all five teams from our town. This is a good group of kids and I will miss working with them until next year.

1 comment:

  1. I am teary knowing Christopher is part of something so wonderful. Hugs to him.


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