You know how some specific places remind you of a specific person?
Hospital gift shops do that for me. LONG ago, a friend of the family came to see me right after I birthed my eldest, AKA "The Boy". And when I say "friend of the family" she was, indeed, a friend of the family. Her son and my brother were quite tight as kids; in fact he was an usher in my wedding because he was practically another member of the family. She and my mother were dear friends for many years and my dad and her husband were thick as thieves.
Anyway, she came and saw me 24 hours after TJ arrived, bearing all kinds of gifts, and they were all from the hospital's gift shop. When I commented on the surprises a few weeks later, I found out that she adored hospital gift shops and never failed to shop in them when she had to visit friends or family for any reason. It was an interesting nugget about her, and I've always kept it with me.
Time goes by. Things change. Her son and my brother eventually had a fallen out and haven't spoken in years. She and her husband divorced and thus the friendship with my folks floated away as will happen in those circumstances. And tragically, a few years ago on her way home from work she was killed in a car accident.
I was in a hospital today--not one where I work--due to The Boy having an appointment with a specialist. I stopped in the gift shop afterwards (to much groaning and eye-rolling from him as he's seen me in action with this project, ie, I take a lot of shots before I find one I like) and the sock monkey caught my attention. And I thought of our old friend as I always do when I see such botiques.
The Boy liked the extreme close-up so that's what I chose. Mr. Monkey looks a bit sinister doesn't he?
On another note, is it me or are these monkeys in a compromising position? ->