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Day 16: Angular

Last night, my youngest girl decided she’d really rather sleep in a tree, if it was all the same to me.

It was not all the same to me. There’s a fox about. To her credit, she managed to work her way surprisingly high in the branches. She’d probably have been safe enough, unless she came down at dawn.

I started clipping at the blackberry brambles clearing a path to her, and she plummeted down to earth like a watermelon in a hail of leaves.

She started to do the same tonight, but thought better of it.

I have just discovered I have an #inktober tag.


Comment from DurnedYankee
Time: October 16, 2018, 9:08 pm

Wild turkeys roost in the trees, surprising. And yep, swoop out of the trees around dawn.

Climbing foxes you say? How’s that!?

Comment from Deborah HH
Time: October 16, 2018, 11:49 pm

Stoaty—your drawing today struck me as somewhat Seussian. I hope that’s not insulting. But there’s something about the leaf and branch, and your snoozing darling. I think she deserves a poem, but I am not a poet so maybe someone else will oblige.

I am not socially savvy, so I don’t know what an inktober tag means.

Comment from Anonymous
Time: October 17, 2018, 12:32 am

hadn’t been by in a while…. look at you all sketchen out.
very nice.

Comment from dissent555
Time: October 17, 2018, 3:10 am

This was me at about 2:32 this afternoon.

Comment from S. Weasel
Time: October 17, 2018, 1:38 pm

I adored Seuss as a kid. They signed me up for one of those book-a-month deals that was mostly Seuss, which is where I first learned to go wild for mail call. Still really like his trippy drawing style but no so enamored of his politics.

Inktober is the thing I’m doing, and tags are little category tick boxes you put on blog posts to make searching for things easier. I’m pretty careless about them because I don’t think people use them, but I believe they might have had an impact on search results once upon a time.

Also, I hate Twitter so I gave up posting #inktober stuff there after the first few days.

Comment from Deborah HH
Time: October 17, 2018, 2:25 pm

I understand tagging topics. But the hashtag stuff throws me off. I don’t have a Facebook page, and while I did have one of the early Twitter accounts, I never posted anything to it and took it down after five years or so. I’m just not social-media minded, though I appreciate the business aspect of the industry.

Yeah. “Dr.Seuss” was despicable in real life. Apparently he was a serial adulterer and treated his wife and business employees horribly. And his politics were equally horrible.

Re: mail call. I think one of the nicest things you can do for children is subscribe to a magazine or something for them. We all enjoy getting something fun in the mail.

Comment from BJM
Time: October 17, 2018, 3:15 pm

Re: Twitter; nothing good can come of posting on Twitter.

I was never a fan of Seuss other than his drawing style…but then I was an early and voracious reader. Having been raised in CA’s Central Valley where the summer temps are in the triple digits and few homes had A/C; the library was climate controlled and divinely cool. Some of us spent our afternoons splayed on the floor reading. We were allowed into the adult stacks (with parental permission) and I hoovered up mythology, English literature and history. We were forbidden to take down art books without librarian supervision; cuz nekkid ladies.

BTW- I’m really enjoying your chicken meme, which is interestingly broad (and subtle) considering you’re limited by the subject matter and the daily word. Is this a particular chicken or a composition of chickens you have known and loved?

Comment from DurnedYankee
Time: October 17, 2018, 3:32 pm

Also a Suess book clubber – along with the “Go Dog Go” types of books.

I was lucky in that my mother was a voracious and wide reader and having her read “the great gray green greasy Limpopo river all set about with fever trees” is still a memory for me from childhood when others have fled.

BJM – my opposite – Maine during the summer, out in BFE where you made your own entertainment. My grand ‘family’ had acquired those massive book collections that were the rage in the early 1900’s so I had Kipling and EGB and a slightly bowdlerized but still risque version of 1001 Arabian Nights to keep me entertained when I wasn’t out wandering the woods or damming a local stream.

And why the world thinks we “Must” have Twitter and Facebook, and phones that make your coffee for you “while they eavesdrop” on you is unfathomable to me.

Comment from Some Vegetable
Time: October 17, 2018, 4:43 pm

I know nothing of Dr. Seuss outside of his children’s books which I loved.

Well, nothing except that in 1939 he published The Seven Lady Godivas which is a sort of amusing sort of adult illustrated story. It’s a lot of fun, and actually pretty much SFW.

As far as I recall it contains no chickens but there ARE several horses as a major characters so it’s kinda in keeping with the theme kinda

(No! That was Catherine the Great NOT Lady Godiva! Shame on you!

Comment from DurnedYankee
Time: October 17, 2018, 4:44 pm

Sorry, that should have been Edgar Rice Burroughs, not whoever EGB would be 🙂


Comment from Mark Matis
Time: October 17, 2018, 10:21 pm

What do you mean, BJM?

LOTS of good things come of posting on Twitter.

Just look at all the screeching, wailing, and gnashing of teeth by Communists all around the globe every time President Trump tweets anything…

And congratulations, S. Weasel, on being more than half way through Inktober!

Comment from BJM
Time: October 19, 2018, 6:32 pm

@Mark Matis

Twitchy very entertaining and it gives one a quick scan on outrage du jour, but social media’s unrelenting negativity is not something I want in my life.

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