The paintings of John Atkinson Grimshaw (6 September 1836 – 13 October 1893) English Victorian-era artist best known for his nocturnal scenes of urban landscapes.
by u/RRR-Craigyroo in TheNightFeeling
I don't have any real plans for the day, but there are lots of things I should be doing. I may just read all day.
How about everybody else?
The nighttime temperatures are definitely fall-like here.
Apparently my province has something callthe The Apple Pie Trail. Yes please!
How's it going, BT?
They don’t need to be taken with a fancy camera or works of art. Share any SFW photos you’ve taken with even the poorest of potatoes. Of course we love to see that arty stuff too.
Hello and welcome to Fur Face Friday, where we soothe the savage breast with only slightly savage beasts. Last week’s precious little monsters made perfectly reasonable demands on us. This week they enjoyed the good life they deserve. Like Kiltedpadre’s Cornbread, who turned nine and had donuts!
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Happy Friday!
The headache has been dealt with (drugs are good!), but it was a quiet day, all told.
How about everybody else?
It was one little section in one store, but it definitely had snow frosted red and green decorations. I'll give them December and a big chunk of November but let us have a spooky season.
It's supposed to be sunny and cool today, so maybe it's a good day to put more plants in the ground before it gets much colder. I've got about 14 more plants the should go in the ground before winter. We'll see.
Today is the day of the hearing about the latest laneway house; I won't be attending. There is a letter from their next door neighbours who are objecting to the size of the build, and I'm have some schadenfreude; it's all well and good when THEY want to put a laneway house in the the backyard, but when it comes to the property next door, and there will be people being able to see into their kid's bedroom, well that's DIFFERENT, donchya know!
How about everybody else?
Cary: “Just who do you think you are?”
Raymond: “Your brother. Or Frankenstein. Or maybe I’m Marilyn Monroe!”
Peter: “Drunk. Blind stinking drunk at 8:30 in the morning!”
I went to the Royal Ontario Museum with CodcoMom and CodcoSis this afternoon so I'm ready to sit for a bit.
How's it going, BT?
They don’t need to be taken with a fancy camera or works of art. Share any SFW photos you’ve taken with even the poorest of potatoes. Of course we love to see that arty stuff too.
It's another edition of Fur Face Friday. Last week's floofy friends were a little disappointed in us. Let's try to do better.
I had my chiro appointment, and I've been having an issue with the deltoid in my right arm; radiating pain if I try to bend it behind, like when I fasten a bra (ladies, you'll know the movement) or reach up to push back a curtain. She says that the problem is actually in the rotator cuff, which is pulling the deltoid, so she massaged that area so hard that I nearly threw up from the pain. I guess there's adhesions there. It feels a bit better, she says I should do pilates or weight training to strengthen the back muscles.
How about anybody else? Anybody else nearly throw up from pain?
And I have to submit my statement about the variances that the owner of the prospective laneway house is asking.
We're halfway to the weekend!
There was a tree climbing competition for arborists at the Niagara Botanical Garden. Being an arborist looks like a very cool, very demanding job. I'm definitely questioning my career choices. I think being in a tree, hopefully by myself, would be an ideal way to spend the work day.
How's it going, BT?
They don’t need to be taken with a fancy camera or works of art. Share any SFW photos you’ve taken with even the poorest of potatoes. Of course we love to see that arty stuff too.