What is that Thing there?

Shun and I some past New Year's Day

That thing there is Shun. Is it a beloved childhood toy? Not really. Beloved is too strong a word for something so scary. I acquired Shun when I was 14. Singing a Christmas concert with my Scottish choir (I'm not Scottish) at a 'home for unwanted women' as far as I could make out. An over-crowded dingy house in Parkdale where all the women had various aliments; mental, physical, psychological. Many were appreciative and nice but many others ignored us. One just kept screaming because the tv had been turned off. They had had craft day the day before in honour of our visit and I was given Shun. It was supposed to be a cat but I maintain it most certainly is not. I named it "Shun" for reasons that I believe are self-explanitory.

Over the years Shun has become a symbol of a socially-awkward childhood and occassional bad days. I paint it, put it in plays, put its image on Christmas cards and draw it on furniture.

I guess I've become a bit obsessed.

Shun travels well. Here are some of its adventures. Shun in Paris
Shun and I punting (or being punted) in Oxford
Shun in Cuba
Shun coming out of Loch Ness, Scotland
Shun in southern Alberta
Shun in the bathroom of Le Foufoune Electrique, Montréal
Shun in Spain (those are verb charts on the wall)
Shun in New York
Shun in the LDS Geneology Center, Salt Lake City, Utah

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