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.

Thursday, July 27, 2017

Life Over Here

Hey guys.  I'm still here.  My Stepfather is in the hospital with an infection and he needs to have a triple bypass soon.  His infection is healing and he is feeling much better. But, he will be in the hospital for awhile.  Meanwhile, my Mom is home alone and needs my help to do a lot of things.  For the most part, she is okay.  (You might remember her accident that left her partially paralyzed in her arms and not able to walk long distances).  Anyway, she is 35 miles one way and he is 10 miles the other way, so back and forth is taking time, but I AM HAPPY to be able to do it.  

Today, The Breadman's half sister died.  They didn't have much of a relationship growing up due to his parents being awful about it, but I know she loved him and he cared about her a great deal.  She had gotten very weak and was on hospice, so it wasn't completely a surprise, but then again it was since she was only 60.  It's weird to learn of family news like that on Facebook, but that is the way we all work now.  It's just the quickest way to let everyone know at one time in one fell swoop.

Anyway, not to be a downer, but that's the news here.  Family is first of course, but that leaves not much time for much of anything else that might be considered blogworthy.  I do have one exciting find that sold for what I consider BIG MONEY (over $700!) but I will save that for a day when I am not bearing such news as this post.

I appreciate all the sweet comments that I already KNOW you will post.  I miss coming here and I miss you ALL!


  1. So sorry for the sad news! It's hard being a caretaker but like you I'm so glad I can care for my Mom. Just remember to make time for yourself. Hugs!

  2. I knew something must have been going on when we hadn't heard from you in so long Boo. I'm so very sorry to hear about your sister-in-law, your dad, and your mom. Just the logistics sounds overwhelming. That's so much all at once! That you came to your blog to let us know shows me that you are strong. And you know that we are here for you and that we care.

  3. I'm here for ya Sista!


  4. I'm so sorry for the bad news going on over there. Sounds like you're running around in all directions. Can not wait to see what you sold for over $700 though! But I can patiently wait until things calm down and get back to normal.

  5. I'm so sorry for all that's going on in your life at the moment. Take care of yourself. Xx


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