Inktober 8: Hike

Inktober 8: Hike

This Inktober is a hike.

I didn’t have a particularly good idea for this prompt, so I let current circumstances provide inspiration. When you’re sick, getting out of bed feels like going on a hike.

My last Inktober comic was a kind of a hit-and-run post, because for the next few days afterward, I took a lot more naps. This virus is not letting go without a fight, but I’m slowly winning. In any case, since I am fifteen whole days behind on Inktober, I guess I won’t have to think of much to post between the end of October and Christmas.

Inktober 7: Passport

Inktober 7: Passport

Aaaaand we’re back!

I didn’t exactly help myself out by having a six-panel comic planned for the next prompt, but since I wasn’t really up to doing even a simple comic while sick–might as well do what I wanted!

I’ve never actually been given a hard time at passport control coming back into the U.S., but I always have a feeling that the officers are letting me in only because they can’t find a reason not to. And then I imagine what an unhinged citizenship pop quiz would be like….

Anyone have a crazy travel story about crossing international borders?

You Can Do It!

As it turns out, I’ve been napping a lot more than drawing over the last few days. This cold has been nasty. I am way behind on Inktober at this point, but I’m just going to pick up where I left off and keep going until I finish. It’s been nice to have everyone else’s Inktober entries to scroll through on Instagram to keep me entertained, and I’ve enjoyed cheering from sidelines. We can do it!

Inktober 4: Exotic

Inktober 4: Exotic

My knowledge of physics is about as complicated as a model atom made out of wire and painted balls of styrofoam. But when my husband suggested “exotic matter” for this prompt, I became curious. A bit of reading led me to the term “gluon,” and the discovery that physicists can become rather whimsical when they name things.

A little knowledge is a dangerous thing!

Inktober 3: Boots

Inktober 3: Boots

What else lives in your boots, besides your feet? If you’re not careful, before long, it may start painting cave art down inside the toes. And if your boots reach the point of hosting an industrial revolution, you may as well just give up and get a new pair….

Inktober 2: Discover

Inktober 2: Discover

I was so resistant at first to using a wheelchair when out and about to help my POTS and RA symptoms. It felt awkward, it felt conspicuous, it felt like giving in and giving up. And I couldn’t even use it for very long without help, because wheeling myself around caused my arthritis to flare. Shaun was the one who finally helped me over the last mental hurdle when he told me, “I don’t care if I have to help push you, I just want to do things with you!”

So I stopped resisting. And I discovered that using a wheelchair when I need it opens up so many opportunities that would be out of my reach otherwise. I can sit through a concert in comfort, tour museums, go on “walks” (or rolls) in the park. I bought a wheelchair specifically made for going over rough surfaces, so Shaun and I can explore more gravel and dirt walking trails together. It basically has bike tires for wheels, and Shaun is always game to see what it can handle.

Adventure is out there!

Inktober 1: Backpack

Inktober 1: Backpack

It’s that time of year again!

Look out–it’s a dinosaur riding a giraffe, being chased by a lion! I immediately thought of my husband playing with our niece and nephew when I saw this prompt. In spite of making an excellent galloping giraffe (which occasionally transmuted into a draft horse, and back again), I think Uncle Shaun would like to have traded in his knees by the end. 😁