Words and scribbles mine! March 2023
While I was out for a healthy walk along the Freisinger Riviera the other day, I noticed the pussy willows are out, and they are approximately the same color as Petzi. (He accompanies me on walks and errands as an anxiety mitigation strategy. Three years after I tripped on the sidewalk and did permanent damage to myself, I am still terrified I will do it again. Having a friendly face in my pocket to wait with me for the X-Ray results helps–and it’s better than slamming a Schnaps every time I need to leave the house.) So I made a cute tweet for Stuffie Twitter: Aber warum heißt die “Kätzchenweide” und nicht “Bärchenweide”?
In the clarification for some bears who don’t read German, my phone changed “pussy willow” to “pushy willows”, as if this is a thing that exists. I caught it in time, but it tickled my Dad-joke funny bone–let’s call it an Aunt Joke.
I drew the face with a pen on a tablet; trying to pick up some new skills. Very pleased how it turned out.
