Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for May 15, 2017

Why Don’t We Do It In The Road, song by the Beatles

I hope that some enjoyment was had during the nightly replication of the rugburn.

Get thee behind me gratitude..

This reminds me of the comic THIS IS PRICELESS only in the sense that it offers unexpected titles to works of art. The difference though is that this is Teresa’s original artwork (why wouldn’t it be?) and Teresa’s titles aren’t as predictable as the ones written by -- (can’t remember the guy’s name and it takes forever to navigate to comics on this new site for me to find out.)

Turn Your Lights On, song by Santana….

Goes sort of like this…

Hey all you RUG RATS.

@3H…Space Debris

Eventually, she realized that the expense of maintaining a sand floor at their indoor beach volleyball venue was worthwhile and had the cut pile berber removed and replaced with a reasonable depth of sand.

But he wad debride her tenderly

Wit’ aw th’ care o’ a mither upon her bairn

For he got his trainin’

In th’ critical Burns unit…

“Hope is the thing with feathers

That perches in the soul,

And sings the tune without the words,

And never stops at all, …"

I would never hope for a better graphic depiction of debridement. Teresa has done the definitive version.

It’s not the rug rashes that are painful. You’ve got to beware of bamboo burns – especially, around the knees !

Methinks de bride hath been debrided.

“Hate” is such a nasty word… I hate it.

Paul Klee would, I think, be pleased with the artwork, as any master might encourage an apprentice’s efforts. But daily debriding does seem a bit over-enthusiastic. Maybe even rash!

If you squint a bit, it looks like one of those old Japanese prints with the caligraphy in the corners.

If you squint really hard, it looks just like yesterday.