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Sainte-Victoire
Grand Street, Wheatland, Missouri.
'women picking olives,' oil on canvas, vincent van gogh, dutch c. 1889.
'irises,' oil on canvas, dimensions: 73.7 x 92.1 cm; vincent van gogh, dutch c. 1890.
Vincent van Gogh Avenue with Flowering Chestnut Trees, 1889 oil on canvas 72.5 x 92 cm
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New Zealand
I often refer to my bottle-raised lamb as my adopted daughter, because it’s mostly true, it temporarily keeps nosy strangers from knowing I’m an eeeevil childfree woman, and it’s hilarious when people find out. And by that time they’re usually too disturbed by the “her-daughter-is-a-sheep” thing to get on my case about the “woman-with-no-husband-or-kids-oh-the-horror” thing.
Most of my friends are aware that I do this, and will back me up in conversations without batting an eye when I reference my daughter. And the best part is that they literally never drop the story. They just 100% all the time accept that I have a two-year-old adopted daughter. The fact that she happens to be a sheep is an unimportant detail, not worth mentioning until an anecdote gets too weird to plausibly be about a human toddler.
Which actually takes much longer than you’d think, since human toddlers apparently have absolutely zero sense. “She bites if you stop paying attention to her” is believable, “she tries to eat rocks out of the landscaping” is believable, “she stuck her head through a fence and couldn’t get out” is believable. “She jumped a five foot fence and came screaming back into the house through the dog door when I left her outside in the pasture” does get some strange looks, though usually not for the right reason.
Occasionally the joke gets turned around on me, though. I posted a picture on my not-tumblr blog of her wearing my glasses, and every comment was “Oh my gosh she looks just like you!!!” “I would never have known she was adopted If you hadn’t told me!!” “Are you sure that’s not an old picture of you?!”
So apparently this is what I look like:
At least she does look cute in glasses.
[ID: a close-up photo of a brown sheep, stylishly sporting a pair of glasses. End ID]
The Daily Life of a Grandma and Her Odd-Eyed Cat - Miyoko Ihara
The hush of the trees and the rush of the stream
From the book 'Fairy Poetry ' by Dora Owen, illustrated by Warwick Goble, 1920.
Flow by Adrian C. Murray
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Raindrops
Andrew Wyeth, Two if by Sea, 1995
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