Sometimes Monday ...

 ... is a day to tell your husband to leave the wall alone!

So this really happened on Sunday. I saw a deer tick on John's back, and when I tried to remove it, it was well bit in. I did get it out, but he wasn't sure whether it was from when he was in the woods last Monday or on Friday. Either way, he still had a deer tick bite with the tick attached for at least 48 hours. He didn't feel like waiting for a dr. appointment on Monday, so I took him to a local urgent care.

He hadn't been there in several years and they had redone the waiting area. This is a pillar covered in small bits of stone that aren't exactly flush; they almost look like they would fall out if you bumped them the wrong way. John felt it necessary to stick his pen knife blade in and report to me that the stones were an inch deep and well-seated. I just kept knitting and pretended I didn't know who the wacko was sticking his penknife in the wall.

I used to take the kids there when they were young and one or both of them inevitably got strep throat on a Saturday or Sunday afternoon. I often had to tell them to behave in the waiting room (even though none of us are good at waiting). I didn't know I would have to admonish John in the same way. But he's got three weeks' worth of doxycycline now, so I guess it was worth it. 

I hope you had a good weekend and your Monday is off to a good start!

The One Where I Explain the Raccoon

I included this photo of John's family in last Friday's post and lots of people wondered about the raccoon. 

Raccoons were a big part of John's life growing up, so I didn't even think about it when I used this photo. That is John holding the raccoon and his name is Scamper.

I need to explain some details about Scamper. Someone gave John's father a baby raccoon that they had found and John's Dad brought it home. From the best John can remember, that happened in 1969. The raccoon was really little and his eyes weren't even open, but they fed him milk with an eye dropper and eventually oatmeal thinned with milk or cat food. 

This is the first Scamper in 1969. They built a cage for him but he quickly figured out how to escape and would scamper up the drainpipe to the second floor where John slept with his brothers and come in the window. John really loved Scamper and even though the whole family fed him, John considered him "his" raccoon. Scamper would ride in a basket on John's bike and do almost everything with him. They kept Scamper for the summer but thought that it would be unfair to continue to treat him as a pet once the kids were back in school, so they let him go. This wasn't difficult since he knew how to get out of the cage and their house is bordered by acres of woods, so Scamper went back to the wild. 

These two photos above are from the summer of 1970 and Scamper is back! Well, not really. John is a little hazy about how they got another raccoon, but they did and his name was Scamper 2 for about 10 minutes and then he was just Scamper. They all loved having another raccoon and John's mother was often the one to make his oatmeal and hold him. 

This is John's younger sister in the fall of 1970 holding Scamper and their cat. They let Scamper 2 go back to the woods, until ...

Scamper returned! (Again, not really.) John has no idea how they got a raccoon for a third summer, but it happened. This one was more of an adult and seemed to enjoy sitting in the living room with the cat. Scamper went back to the woods in the fall, and then the process started all over again in the first photo from 1972. 

They didn't have a raccoon for the summers of 1973 and 1974, but it happened one last time in 1975. 

This is John and his younger brother playing with Scamper by his cage in 1975. John had raccoons for five summers, and even though they were different raccoons each year they were all called Scamper. If John could have a raccoon here in New Jersey he would but it's not legal and just not right to keep a wild animal. He has said that even though they put the raccoons in a cage, they all figured out how to get out quickly and stuck around for most of the summer because they could always get food. Knowing John's mother, she probably made their oatmeal with plenty of brown sugar. 

So that's the story of why John is holding a raccoon in the initial photo. Scamper was a big part of John's childhood and a big part of the family.