Wednesday, May 16, 2018

Post-Op






4 comments:

deanna said...

Looks like the squirrel knows the right demeanor for recovery. It pays to calmly hang around after your surgeon has done his best.

I'm glad to read, too, of your further adventures with job counseling and helping the thrift store. Like you, I'm adventuring in the land of no pay. At least, none yet...

Fresca said...

Hi, Deanna!
I think the soldier is finding it healing to hang out with the wildlife on the bookshelves...
Many have been through the wars themselves---that is, they've been pretty beat-up and tossed around...
So they're a sympathetic crew.

I'll have to email and catch up with you--thought you were still at the bookstore. Work--paid and unpaid, off and on--it's an adventure, alright!

Bink said...

Who’s the squirrel? Don’t remember seeing him before.

Fresca said...

BINK: Squirrel is a rescue from the thrift store trash can. You can meet him next time you're over!