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Conniption. I so love this word! And, as many of you know, I adore hog nose snake who dramatically pretends to be dead when scared. #dailydrawing #favoritewords #conniption #hognosesnake https://www.instagram.com/p/CqYteZhvTJU/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

Catty corner or kitty corner or also cater cornered. Such a weird expression that today I learned is to be identified with obsolete cater “four”, from Middle French quatre. Favorite words. https://www.instagram.com/p/Cq8Dw2QO_Vr/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

Fairy-tales lie. This frog didn't turn into a prince. Or a princess. At least the snack was nice.

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The other day I saw a photograph of a man in a handmade costume of a frog with a huge pack of cigarettes on his back and holding a cigarette. Then I tried to find it again and I am coming up blank. So blank as a a matter of fact, that now I am not even sure if I didn't see it in a dream. If you have seen this photo, let me know!

Sometimes my inner child comes out to cry.

It's a perfect day to run away from everything and everybody! WHEEEE!

it's a perfect day to finish a sketchbook!

Sketches from my trip to Maine. It was so lovely. #dailydrawing #doodles #drawing

Live as you once did; if this is not possible, live twice. - Mary Ruefle #poetry #maryRuefle #watercolor

Benjamin Franklin (Part 2) The plan worked, up to a point. After following the course several times in a row, he found it necessary to go through just one course in a year, and then one every few years. But the virtue of order—“Let all your things have their places; let each part of your business have its time”—appears to have eluded his grasp. Franklin was not naturally inclined to keep his papers and other possessions organized, and he found the effort so vexing that he almost quit in frustration. This timetable was formulated before Franklin adopted a favorite habit of his later years—his daily “air bath.” At the time, baths in cold water were considered a tonic, but Franklin believed the cold was too much of a shock to the system. He wrote in a letter: I have found it much more agreeable to my constitution to bathe in another element, I mean cold air. With this view I rise early almost every morning, and sit in my chamber without any clothes whatever, half an hour or an hour, according to the season, either reading or writing. This practice is not in the least painful, but on the contrary, agreeable; and if I return to bed afterwards, before I dress myself, as sometimes happens, I make a supplement to my night’s rest, of one or two hours of the most pleasing sleep that can be imagined. From Daily rituals by Mason Currey #daulyrituals #inktober #benjaminfranklin @masoncurrey

Erik Satie (1866–1925) In 1898, Satie moved from Paris’s Montmartre district to the working-class suburb of Arcueil, where he would live for the rest of his life. Most mornings, however, the composer returned to the city on foot, walking a distance of about six miles to his former neighborhood, stopping at his favorite cafés along the way. According to one observer, Satie “walked slowly, taking small steps, his umbrella held tight under his arm. When talking he would stop, bend one knee a little, adjust his pince-nez and place his fist on his hip. Then he would take off once more, with small deliberate steps.” His dress was also distinctive: the same year that he moved to Arcueil, Satie received a small inheritance, which he used to purchase a dozen identical chestnut-colored velvet suits, with the same number of matching bowler hats. Locals who saw him pass by each day soon began calling him the Velvet Gentleman. The last train back to Arcueil left at 1:00 A.M., but Satie frequently missed it. Then he would walk the several miles home, sometimes not arriving until the sun was about to rise. Nevertheless, as soon as the next morning dawned, he would set off to Paris once more. The scholar Roger Shattuck once proposed that Satie’s unique sense of musical beat, and his appreciation of “the possibility of variation within repetition,” could be traced to this “endless walking back and forth across the same landscape day after day.” Indeed, Satie was observed stopping to jot down ideas during his walks, pausing under a streetlamp if it was dark. During the war the streetlamps were often extinguished, and rumor had it that Satie’s productivity dropped as a result. - From Daily Rituals: How Artists Work by Mason Currey

Patron Saint of Woodpeckers and Hangovers. And possibly headaches. I think I remember reading that woodpeckers probably all have headaches, even with their tongues and flexible skulls. I have a headache. #patronSaint

Patron Saint of Long Showers. #dailydrawing #patronSaint

St. WIlgefortis. Patron Saint of facial hair and of people seeing a refuge from abusive husbands (and fathers). When I was doing my research into existing Patron Saints, I stumbled onto St. Wilgefortis. I thought that was a fun combination - until I read to the end. From Wikipedia: "According to the legend of her life, set in Portugal and Galicia, she was a teenage noblewoman who had been promised in marriage by her father to a Moorish king. To thwart the unwanted wedding, she had taken a vow of virginity, and prayed that she would be made repulsive. In answer to her prayers she sprouted a beard, which ended the engagement. In anger, Wilgefortis' father had her crucified." I considered giving her a knife, to fight off the unwanted husbands and vile fathers, but that would not be true to her suffering. So I included her blood instead. #dailydrawing #patronSaint

Patron Saint of Book hoarding. Yep. That's me! #dailyDrawing #patronSaint

Patron Saint of Chatterboxes. If you have a fountain, turn it off; let even a fountain rest. K. Prutkov. #dailyDrawing #patronSaint

Patron Saint of Obscure Patron Saints. Thank you for all who shared your own Patron Saints, who commented and who encouraged me. This was really fun to do. #patronSaint #dailyDrawing

Windy day. #dailyDrawing

One of the great joys of traveling is seeing your friends.

Transmundane Tuesday with @carsonellis. Prompt: Wearing glasses, has dragonfly wings, in a canoe. #transmundanetuesdays #wingedboateringlasses #reading #books #watercolor