Harry Aaron Kernoff (1900-1974) — Anglesea Market [oil on board, 1933]
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THE CABBAGE PATCH NEW STREET GARDENS AND CATHEDRAL LANE
The park, which is referred to by Dublin City Council as the "Cabbage Patch", can be reached by way of Cathedral Lane (until 1792 called Cabbage Garden Lane).
THE STREETS OF DUBLIN
The Cabbage Garden, also known as the Cabbage Patch, is a former burial ground in Dublin, Ireland. It is located off Upper Kevin Street in Dublin’s south inner city. Used as a cemetery from 1666 until the 1890s, it is now laid-out as a public park.
The name of the plot can be traced back to the arrival of Oliver Cromwell in Dublin during 1649, whose forces rented the land…
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I once made an adult only f/o imagines post and after rereading it and reaping the serotonin, I decided to make a part two ♡
Adult selfshippers, please, please do yourself a favor and think about the following:
Your f/o helping you compile a list so you two can going grocery shopping with you; if you try to say you don't need xyz added to the list (even though it brings you a modicum of joy between the monotonous grind of work) your f/o won't hesitate to add it to the list themself, especially if it's well within your budget bc they want you to treat yourself!!
Regardless of your gender, as an adult you know (and prob have experienced) other people asking if you're going to have kids someday. If that just ain't for you, please think of your f/o (regardless of your relationship with them!!) standing up for you and telling those people it is none of their business.
Think of your f/o helping you calculate your PTO and with finding the best deals on flights / cruises / getaways to different places just take time and relax as you deserve! Bonus: think of taking them with you!!
Please think of your f/o helping you find time to exercise and stretch once you're home from work; they're happy to match your pace, help you however way they can, and of course run the bath for you afterwards so you can soak!
Please think of your f/o working around your schedule to come with you to your doctor / dentist / therapy appointments whenever they can, even insisting on driving you there and back to make the experience less stressful for you!
Your f/o calling you on their way home from work to ask if you'd like anything from one of the local restaurants as a to-go order
Your f/o actively encouraging you to use them as an excuse to beg off from going to certain social functions i.e. letting them "be the bad guy" so you two can instead stay home and rest
Your f/o surprising you with dinner ready and waiting by the time you get home from work, or, if you're the one who usually gets home first, your f/o tells you to just get everything ready to cook and when they get home they'll make dinner so you have more time to relax (imagine their sweet surprise when you return the favor :>!)
Please think of your f/o calling you on their way home from work, the relief in their voice when you pick up the phone and greet them, just chatting with them about their day and yours and, if you live together, think about them telling you they're looking forward to seeing you soon ♡
I've mentioned work a lot in this post and the last but really, for those of you adult selfshippers who are currently unemployed / in-between jobs, please think about your f/o proactively reminding you that your worth as an individual is not reliant on your employment status. They understand these things take time and luck and patience- please think of your f/o doing their best to help you keep your mental health afloat until you finally get the job you're looking for ;--;!!
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LOOK at the last paragraph of "The Dead" by James Joyce. I can't stop coming back to it over the years. Read it out loud - every word crafted to be so soft, so soft, even onomatopoeic. The story is not a favourite of mine. But this stormin' paragraph. The way the opening words can't help but tap rhythmically, popping with little "p" sounds... And there's no sound in this story, not till this paragraph, because it's a story about people who never listen, and in the end something has shifted in the main character, and he can hear the sound of snow...
"A few light taps upon the pane made him turn to the window. It had begun to snow again. He watched sleepily the flakes, silver and dark, falling obliquely against the lamplight. The time had come for him to set out on his journey westward. Yes, the newspapers were right: snow was general all over Ireland. It was falling on every part of the dark central plain, on the treeless hills, falling softly upon the Bog of Allen and, farther westward, softly falling into the dark mutinous Shannon waves. It was falling, too, upon every part of the lonely churchyard on the hill where Michael Furey lay buried. It lay thickly drifted on the crooked crosses and headstones, on the spears of the little gate, on the barren thorns. His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead. "
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HALLIDAY SQUARE
Halliday Square is a little sliver of parkland at Arbour Hill, populated by ornamental trees and shrubs and surrounded by terraces of both old and new red-brick houses.
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