#glass barometer

[blackswanhourglass]

The Importance of Proper Maintenance for Your Fitzroy Barometer!

If you are a weather enthusiast or simply someone who loves antique instruments, then you might have come across the Fitzroy barometer. The Fitzroy barometer is a type of aneroid barometer named after Admiral Robert Fitzroy, who was the captain of the HMS Beagle during Charles Darwin's famous voyage. This type of barometer measures atmospheric pressure, which is an essential component in predicting weather changes. However, owning a fitzroy barometer also comes with the responsibility of proper maintenance.

Proper maintenance of your Fitzroy barometer is crucial if you want it to function accurately and have a long lifespan. One of the most important things you can do is to ensure that it is calibrated regularly. This involves adjusting the barometer to the correct pressure readings so that it can accurately measure the current atmospheric pressure. Calibration should be done at least once a year, preferably by a professional.

Another critical maintenance practice is to keep the barometer clean and dry. You should avoid placing it in damp areas or exposing it to moisture, as this can damage its delicate components. Additionally, dust and dirt can accumulate on the barometer's surface, which can affect its accuracy over time. Use a soft, dry cloth to clean it regularly and keep it free from dust.

Lastly, it's essential to keep your Fitzroy barometer in a stable environment. Extreme temperature changes, such as placing it near a heating vent or in direct sunlight, can cause the barometer to expand or contract, leading to inaccurate readings. Keep it away from sources of heat and direct sunlight to ensure that it remains in optimal condition. Visit www.blackswanhourglass.com to learn more!

[ourlordapollo]

Vaporwave* bathroom is still very much a WIP rn but I'm loving this mini-vibe

*with elements of synthwave, weebcore, yachtcore, & vacation dad (for any purists out there)

[frodo-with-glasses]

Thank you, @social-mockingbird 💚 It was definitely a headache brought on by the storm last night. It’s passed now, and I’m feeling much better. ☺️

[parasolladyansy]

Welcome to my desk 🌧️ I like to keep it pretty minimal in my workspace, so Skye is perched on the built-in shelf with some of the other Pokemon. Also, I had to get a clock because Procreate makes the clock disappear & I’d lose track of time (as well as the battery life on my iPad LOL well done Procreate XD) The little bird there in front of the ocarina one is actually a storm glass - she seems to only tell when it’s warm & cold, but I still love her.

I’m actually thinking of setting up a little home weather station in the future (barometer, thermometer, maybe a DIY windsock, etc.) & getting a book on meteorology to really learn this stuff. I feel like that skill will be useful to have, also weathercore (if that’s a thing lol) ouo If anyone knows about where I should start or what I should read, let me know! Ideally something with lots of pictures ^_^

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So…I’m really happy I joined this site. ;u; Lots of people here are so nice, & there are so, so many cool artists! Then some of them follow me, & say they’re jazzed when I follow them?? 878

So thank you! \^0^/ Keep being awesome! 🩵

[francixoxoxo]

Mermaid!reader x pirate!billy

When his crew notices her and throws a harpoon or whatever at her but none of them could see if it hit her or not (it didnt) and billy is freaking out but he cant act as frazzled as he is in front of them and its almost impossible to let him know shes okay because theyre on the ship so she has to wait for them to dock and billy is sooo relieved

Oh my goddddd he would tweak

𓇼 Iridescent ˚✧ ��˚

𝐏𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞!𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐝 𝐱 𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐝!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐝.

𝐓𝐰: 𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐜 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐞

Of course it’s Ollinger, his paranoid ass is practically falling down the ladder to the crows nest and shouting about a mermaid. He’s supposed to be watching his barometer, not looking for mermaids. But he’s a superstitious, paranoid bastard, and he’s trying to kill women like you, women you’re maybe related to, women you could be friends with, but it’s not until the crew is crowded around Ollinger on the railing and passing around his spyglass, and it’s his turn to peer through the glass, and it’s not a woman like you, it’s fucking you.

Billy’s heart is pounding out of his chest, his mouth is dry. You’re laying on the rocks, probably biding your time in the sun and waiting for nightfall to meet him. And you’re beautiful, your iridescent tail is catching the sunlight, reflecting pinks, blues and purples. Your eyes are peacefully closed, lips moving. Perhaps you’re singing to yourself, passing the time. Now isn’t the time to admire you, Billy reminds himself.

“Get the harpoon! Jesse! Grab the harpoon!” One of the men is shouting, a man who boasted about his immaculate aim. His heart is in his knees, and he can’t find the words to protest, his hands are just moving to the back of his head, he’s turning around, pacing a few steps before lifting the spyglass again and looking at you. The crew is clamoring, Jesse’s handing the deadly weapon to the man who’d shouted for it. Can’t you hear them? Won’t you leave? They’re maybe fifty yards front you, why won’t you just swim away?

“Wait, we— we shouldn’t—“ Billy begins, but he doesn’t have a way to finish. His mind is screaming, he’ll do anything, he just can’t let you get hurt. But before he can do anything, that harpoon is flying through the air, the crew is yelling and screaming, it’s going right for you, he’s praying it won’t hit you, Billy’s begging God for forgiveness for everything he has ever done in his stupid life, asking for that harpoon to redirect itself right at his head, ‘cause your life is anything but stupid, and Billy can’t look, he can’t look—

The crew had mixed reactions. Some cheered, some gasped, some groaned. Billy opens his eyes a crack. His heart feels as if it’s in a compress when he see’s the gut-churning crimson clouding the water, you’re gone from the rocks. Somebody cursed that you’d gotten away, another man scoffs in reply. “John hit ‘er, she just got loose. Bitch’ll bleed out anyway.”

The air was being choked out of his lungs, Billy couldn’t tear his eyes from the rocks. He was white-knuckling the railing, the boat was moving too fucking fast, where you’d been was out of view all too soon. He couldn’t see if you resurfaced. The thought of you lying at the bottom of the sea, he could’ve thrown up over the edge of the boat. But he doesn’t dare utter a word. He can’t draw attention. All he can do is rub his palm over his mouth, screwing his eyes shut, and moving to his bunk.

The moment the boat is docked, he’s beelining it to your spot. His hopes aren’t high. Frankly, Billy’s heart is already twisted so tight that it’s fraying, threatening to snap. It’s only when he spots you, beautiful, mesmerizing, angelic, alive, that his nerves soothe. He wants to bawl like a damn baby, fall to his knees in front of you.

Billy does the latter, atleast. He’s kneeling beside you with buggy eyes, reaching for your shoulders, your hair, your neck— his hands settle for cradling your rosy cheeks and pulling you into such an emotional kiss you feel your own heart becoming weighty. He doesn’t even let you get a word in. You try pulling away, breaking the kiss for air, but he just won’t have that. Well, you suppose you have nostrils for a reason, as you wrap your arms around his broad shoulders and let him lay you down on the sand, leaning over you and kissing you silly.

When you finally break from eachother, Billy’s eyes are actually glossy. He’s really about to cry at the sight of you. Those beautiful azure eyes dart over you after a lingering moment of staring, and his eyes find that gut-churning gash along your side. The harpoon hadn’t impaled you. But it’d still grazed you, opened the skin, left scar tissue. It’s been days, and mermaids heal faster than humans, and yet he’s impossibly gentle in tracing his fingertips over the wound. It’s like he’s afraid that his touch alone will bruise you.

Billy’s finally had a rude awakening. You can be hurt. You can be killed. People in this world want to kill his reason for staying in it.

“Oh, baby, my baby… m’so, so sorry, fuck, you ain’t got a clue. My poor girl, those fucking assholes.” Billy spits those last words. He bows the crown of his head twixt your breasts, staring down at the scar marring your perfect body. It physically pained him to see it. His nostrils are flaring, his blue eyes wide, buggy and darting around to avoid tears. You push your fingers through his hair.

You’ve had a rude awakening as well.

“I didn’t realize that…”

“Folks poach mermaids. Yeah.” Billy breathes, screwing his eyes shut. He rolls onto his back, carefully pulling you on top of him. Your hair is damp, wetting his shirt, as if he gives a damn. “My own fuckin’ crew. Baby, I’m so sorry. I promise I had nothin’ t’do with it, I—“

“But you’re still sailing with them?” You propped your head on his chest, eyes doey and brows furrowed. You hadn’t known that you were something to be hunted. You didn’t realize that there was a reason Billy kept you away from his crew, away from town. His eyes were wide, mouth opening and closing lamely.

Billy wasn’t sure what to say. Jesse was the only friend he had, he’d helped Billy when he desperately needed some direction. But you? You were his world. You were the reason he got up in the mornings, the reason he breathed and lived. So, no, though it took him a moment, there was no hesitation in his voice when he breathed, “M’ done with ‘em, sweet girl. Heard ‘bout another pirate by the name Tunstall, turns out I’ve built ‘nough of a reputation for him to seek me out.”

Your expression had relaxed. Billy felt completely confident in his decision— he’d been mulling it over. This was all he needed to be sure. This pushed him off the edge. He pulled you closer, rolling you both over again with his strong arms underneath you. Billy’s plush lips pressed to your temple, slowly, lingering. “I ain’t gonna put you in danger again. Baby, you gotta listen to me when I tell you that y’can’t do that again. You gotta be careful f’me.”

You furrowed your brows, bright eyes lifting to meet his. Your hand came up to hold the back of his neck. Billy cared. Cared so infinitely, you could tell. He loved you like it was breathing. You nodded your head. “I will be. I promise you.”

Billy sighed in relief, thumping his forehead against yours. His eyelids fluttered shut as he pressed another kiss to your lips, this one more languid than the other. This one just as loving, yet not as anguished. His hand ghosted over the scar tissue on your hip, hoping that the warmth of his palm seeped into your soft skin, erasing the pain. He wanted so badly to keep you from any pain.

Billy would do anything to keep you. He wanted to keep you safe, but he selfishly wanted to keep you to himself. He was determined to love you.

Ok I fixed the formatting to be a fic cuz this turned out longer than I thought 😭😭

[rottenpumpkin13]

what would aszc do if Genesis just kinda collapsed one day?

You mean like this?

Amidst Genesis' volatile temper and penchant for dramatics, there was one constant sign of frailty yet to come: his voice. It was a barometer of his health, an instrument he had been taught to play against his will since birth, tuned to the subtle shifts in his health.

The first signs were subtle—a slight quiver where there once was a firm tone, a rasp where there was once resonance, a cough at the end of a sentence that grew tighter with each word. Those who knew him well could detect the shifts, often when Genesis himself remained willfully blind to his declining health.

Genesis would dismiss their concerns with a wave of his hand, claiming it was merely fatigue, asserting he was fine, "can a man not cough in peace?" with a hint of disdain for their concern.

But that day Genesis defied all expectations. He was not teetering on the verge of impending illness, nor was his voice any different than it had been all week—strong and mellifluous, matched by his buoyant mood. He flourished, his laughter reverberating through the corridors of headquarters as he entertained a group of eager third-class recruits with tales of his recent exploits. His cheeks were flushed, his smile genuine and his presence commanding—all observations noted by Cloud, who had only recently made Third, as he entered the training facility.

Meaning it came as a profound shock when Genesis suddenly collapsed without warning, his body convulsing in agony as he collided with the ground.

Cloud's cry for Angeal pierced the air before he even realized he was moving, his knees hitting the ground hard as he cradled his commander's head in his lap. "Someone get Angeal!" Cloud screamed to the other Thirds, their panic matching his own. "Go!" he urged, hands trembling as he checked for a pulse, doubting what he found.

Zack was the first to arrive despite the shouts, having been training in a nearby chamber when Cloud's urgent voice pierced through the din of the combat simulator. He rushed into the scene to find Angeal and Cloud in heated debate over the best course of action. He arrived just as their argument reached its peak:

"We need to get him to the medical facility," Cloud insisted. "It's the quickest way to diagnose and help him."

"No," Angeal countered firmly. "We take him to Hollander. He's been Genesis' physician for years, he'll know what to do."

"Time's running out, guys!" Zack snapped as he stepped between them and swiftly lifted Genesis onto his shoulders. With Cloud and Angeal trailing in argument, they hurried out of the facility.

Sephiroth had been in the briefing room when it happened, deep in discussion with Lazard, when movement caught his eye through the glass. He saw Cloud, Zack, and Angeal rushing urgently, with Zack holding an unconscious Genesis thrown over his shoulder. Without a moment's hesitation, he ran out, leaving Lazard mid-sentence.

He caught up just as they reached the elevator. "What happened?" Sephiroth's gaze flickered between Genesis and Angeal. "What did he do?"

"Nothing," Cloud was breathless and visibly shaken, strugging to explain and find his words. "He collapsed⏤out of nowhere," he managed between gasps. "We don't know… he just...went down!"

Sephiroth's thoughts raced as the elevator descended. The sight unnerved him, because he had witness far too many of Genesis' brushes with death to be mollified by their route toward the medical facility.

The urgency with which a team of doctors and nurses rushed to meet them only heightened the tension, the blaring alarm sounding throughout the white hallways as they swiftly strapped Genesis to a gurney. They hurried off with him, leaving the rest of them without answers or any assurance that he would recover.

But Genesis awoke six hours later, disoriented and feeling as if the goddess herself had forced him back to consciousness. Cloud, Angeal, Sephiroth, and Zack were granted entry into the room, where they found him alert, but his attempt at cheerfulness was visibly forced as he greeted them.

Sephiroth wasted no time in asking: "What happened?"

Genesis scoffed lightly. "It's silly, really," he assured, lifting the medical gown to reveal a fresh scratch on his hip bone. "I got nicked by the enemy on that mission two days ago," he explained, his gaze momentarily falling to the injury. "It seems the wound hasn't healed yet, but don't worry," he added hastily, covering the scratch with the gown and attempting a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "I'm sure it will."

[icantspellthings]

Oliver was born in the wrong time period, as in he should've been a victorian era doctor prescribing cocaine to his elite clients, pissing on his patients face as urine therapy, licking the fresh cut wound from a blood letting session, and getting a raging hard on over amputating a necrotic limb. He would even raise leeches in those cute little glass cages

I feel like he would've been much happier getting to have his freak on as his professional career.

Look at this beautiful leech barometer, they raised leeches in here! Oliver would totally have one in his houses.

Edited to add: there leech houses are called a Tempest Prognosticator do not tell me Oliver wouldn't love having one in his house

[yetanotherthriftblog]

today’s thrift find

So I’m in the Goodwill and the first thing I see on the electronics shelf is this cassette player.

But this is no ordinary cassette player, since the word “capture” caught my eye; looking at the side, there’s a USB jack. It’s one of those doohickies seen on eBay that let you rip cassettes to the computer!

Okay then, we have a find! So I drag it home and start fiddling with it, and I realize why it was given to charity: the fools left the AA batteries in and they corroded.

Can this thing be saved? Let’s find out. A YouTube video gives me some instruction on how to open it up, and I do that to get the batteries out rather than trying to get them through the door. I pull out a glass brush and begin going over the terminals -- the spring on the negative one is caked in alkaline! Once that’s cleaned up enough that it’s springy and bare, I put a couple batteries in and, to my surprise, the capstan wheels start turning. (This was a surprise because there was a loose wire that fell out. I still haven’t figured out what it was supposed to be connected to.) So that’s half the battle.

I put the shell back together and pull out a USB cable, then plug it into the end and the computer makes a happy-beep. That’s when I see the plug doesn’t stay in the jack because it’s loose, so give a slight crimp to the metal of the jack with my screwdriver to make it more snug. Plugging in again... Solid! It doesn’t show in the USB devices but does appear in the Sound control panel, as it should. I put in a cassette and pressed Play.

The volume barometer in the Input field is moving around, so sound is getting in! Fiddle with some settings to make this the input device and play through the computer speakers, and I’m hearing voices!

So the cassette I found in a thrift exactly one a year ago is something someone recorded in the car when their family went to pick up someone from the airport who was just getting into town from Germany. Not terribly exciting but now I know what’s on the tape and that I can rip cassettes on my computer!

[ltwilliammowett]

Do you have favorite pieces to decorate a room so it evokes sailing imagery without being too kitchy? Trying to avoid "beach theme." Obviously it's too well, obvious, to use an anchor for a bookend, and I think it's really hard to do a flag alphabet in a sophisticated way without too much overlapping saturation of colors. I'm helping decorate my cousin's room and I was just wondering how you'd do it. A framed ship schematic? Right now what we're working with is two ancient-looking barometers from a flea market, and a pair of stormy water paintings.

Hmm good question, so it looks like this in my livingroom-

well, that's an older picture, i have now a harpoon tip and a glass float there and a sea chest as a table. The question is what are the popular colours and should the whole room look like this or just one corner? Otherwise I would add a model or a knot board next to the pictures and maybe a globe or framed sea charts. Not too much otherwise it will quickly look like a sea chest has thrown up in the room.

[chaoticbooklesbian]

tell us more about going to dashcon what was it like!!!

I'll start out with a disclaimer: I'm one of the approximately five people who had an actually good time at Dashcon as it was happening. I was also 19 years old, my This Is Bad meter wasn't fully developed. These two things are intrinsically linked.

So. I had a really good time, personally. It was also a dumpster fire of an event. I was originally going to go with a partner, but we broke up and they wound up not even going. I'd already bought my plane tickets, so I reached out to the organizers and we worked out a combination of volunteering and panels that would get me a pass and a hotel room for free.

Yes, I was on multiple panels at this event. I was, and still am, an absolute nobody, and I was on multiple panels with now-published-author Mark Oshiro, who was already a Somebody when the con happened. I also volunteered at registration for basically the entire weekend when I wasn't doing panels or taking a quick trip to the expo hall. I hung out with some really cool people, I embarrassed the living daylights out of myself at one of my panels, I met some people I'm still friends with to this day. That's the good, and that's the impression I was left with when I left. It was a dumpster fire, but I had a really good time.

There was definitely some bad for me personally, too, though. Because my hotel room was on the con, I was going to be rooming with strangers. I got to the hotel having just schlepped over from the airport, met one of the organizers, and was given a key to a hotel room I'd be sharing with a married couple...and which only contained one king size bed. I changed out of my airport clothes and found the organizer who'd gotten me the room, told them what happened, and they switched me to a new room with two other volunteers who already knew each other. Everyone was super nice about it, at least. When the infamous $17k "ransom" hit, I gave literally all the cash in my wallet, leaving me with the less than $20 in my bank account to eat for the rest of the weekend. I didn't eat much. I spent most of Sunday afternoon holed up in a suite with one particular organizer and a bunch of other misfits waiting for their rides to the airport to go home.

The worst thing that happened for me, personally, over the entire weekend, involves someone else's private information that I do not feel comfortable disclosing. The short, non-disclosing version is that I and my roommates were called in to help with a situation that none of us were in the least bit qualified to help with and which was grossly mishandled by the organizers present. If I were in that same situation now, I would have handled it very, very differently, but I was 19 and listened to the people I perceived to be the adults in the room.

Overall, while I had a good time, I don't have any rose colored glasses about it. It was the worst event I've ever attended, I don't regret going in the slightest, and I've got a much better barometer for when an event is going to be a disaster and I should just stay home (or go home early, as the case may be).

[blackswanhourglass]

Why the Glass Barometer is Still Relevant Today?

When it comes to measuring atmospheric pressure, the glass barometer has been a trusted instrument for centuries. Despite the advancement in technology, it still holds great relevance today.

Here are a few reasons why the glass barometer is still a useful instrument.

Firstly, the glass barometer is a simple and reliable tool that doesn't require any power source or maintenance. Once installed, it can be left untouched for years, providing accurate readings of atmospheric pressure. This makes it a popular choice in remote areas or places where access to electricity is limited.

Secondly, the glass barometer is highly precise and can detect even the slightest change in atmospheric pressure. This makes it an essential tool for meteorologists who need to monitor weather patterns and predict changes in the weather. It is also used in aviation and marine industries where changes in atmospheric pressure can have a significant impact on flight and navigation.

Moreover, the glass barometer is still relevant today because of its historical significance. It has been used for centuries and has played an important role in the development of meteorology as a science. It is a symbol of human ingenuity and innovation and has contributed to our understanding of the natural world.

In sum, the glass barometer is still useful today because of its ease of use, accuracy, historical relevance, and dependability. Although there are more advanced technologies available today, the glass barometer remains a trusted and valuable instrument for measuring atmospheric pressure.

Visit www.blackswanhourglass.com to browse a unique collection of stylish and meticulously handcrafted hourglasses made from nature’s finest materials.

[thegoldensanctuary]

Louis XV's royal clutter

Castles opened to the public tend to put a great emphasis on furnitures, paintings and panellings. This focus often occurs at the expense of smaller every day items, such as tools, services, boxes and so on.

Even as far back as the 18th century, inventories of the garde meuble- the administration in charge of the French royal furnitures and collections- often omitted those smaller items, in favour of a greater focus on the furnitures themselves.

Several exception that that rule do exist for instance : When King Louis XV died the 10th of May 1774 in Versailles, his Versailles private cabinets were opened and searched, all the cash and the precious items contained in his cupboards were listed and described in an inventory made 27 days after his death.

Said inventory isn't located in the documents of the House of King(O1 series of the french national archives) like it is usually the case, but in the King's papers, namely in the K series of the national archives, more specifically the K 153.

The document in question was never published nor translated to this date.

I decided to publish it for the first time and translate it entirely to give an idea of the of the kind of clutter that was present in the king's private cabinets in Versailles at the time of his death :

Here is the translation of the provided text into English:

1: Four gold snuffboxes, three enameled, one guilloché,

2: A black lacquer snuffbox mounted in gold,

3: A snuffbox of black tortoiseshell.

4: An ivory candy box.

5: Two watches encrusted with diamonds with their chains also adorned with diamonds

6: An enameled watch with diamond hands and button, a gold cord, and two seals encrusted with diamonds,

7: A garnet box watch adorned with diamonds, attached with a blue ribbon,

9: A large rock crystal flask with a gold stopper, and two seals encrusted with diamonds

10: A small crystal flask

11: A large enameled gold flask

12: Two plain gold flasks in a roussette box

13: A shell flask

14: A rock crystal flask in a roussette case

15: Seven math instrument cases, some in plain gold, others enameled, and some encrusted with diamonds

16: A side case with an enameled gold chain but with diamond buttons

17: Two pocket cases, one enameled gold adorned with diamonds and rubies, and one in jade

18: Four lorgnettes - two in gold, two in silver, and one in copper

19: Two pencil cases, one enameled gold adorned with diamonds, the other containing a compass

20: A Baradel in gold

21: A small portable silver barometer

22: Four tablets in gold, lacquer, or Burgos, one of tortoiseshell with diamond cyphers

23: Three souvenirs, one of enameled gold

24: A hunting knife with a gold handle

25: A dog collar with diamond initials.

26: A large lacquer tablet containing eight portraits of the royal family adorned in gold

27: A lacquer tablet with a portrait inside

28: Four portraits in three plain boxes

29: An ivory barrel adorned with gold

30: A piece of jade from the Amazon River

31: A Sèvres porcelain lorgnette

32: A gold and Magellan telescope

33: A porcelain Sèvres eyewash basin

34: A small red leather writing set adorned with gold, with a gold seal and pencil

35: A damask pruning knife

36: A double-bladed mother-of-pearl knife with a gold fleur-de-lys

37: Three glasses cases, one of tortoiseshell adorned with gold

38: An approaching eyeglass adorned with silver

39: A watch with its chain and seals, all in rubies and diamonds

41: A mathematics case in yellow lacquer with diamond buttons

42: Two almanacs mounted in silver and marcasites in their roussette cases

45: Three seals, two in gold, one in stone

47: Four rings, three with diamonds or coloured stones, one with an engraved stone

48: An English lorgnette

49: Four canes - one with a gold handle, one with a porcelain crutch, one with a gold apple adorned with diamonds, one with a golden apple-wood handle and parasol

50: Six watches - one in gold, enameled with a steel chain and chime, two other enameled, three other guilloché gold

51: A steel mirror

52: A gold egg cup in a roussette case

53: A gold writing set with Charlier paintings, in miniature in a roussette case

54: A very beautiful crystal vase, measuring 9 inches in height

55: A gold breakfast set consisting of a Sevres porcelain tray, two identical cups, a gold teapot and sugar pot, two spoons, a strainer, and a sugar tong made of the same metal

56: A gold-enameled punch pot with a pump, and a second pot of Saxony porcelain

57: A small enameled gold punch pot with a pump and a crystal basin

58: Two gold-enameled candlesticks with their bobeches

59: A crystal breakfast set surrounded by gold, consisting of three goblets

60: Another crystal breakfast set consisting of two carafes and a covered goblet, with the tray of enameled gold

61: A red leather box, edged with gold, containing 12 gold spoons and 12 gold forks, two roast oval plates, two appetizer plates, two dessert plates, and six dishes, all made of the same metal, with one missing, which is in the possession of Mr. de Fontanieu.

62: A set in a red leather box containing a lacquer box with a marabout, a teapot, a spirit lamp, six coffee spoons, all made of gold, three cups, a sugar pot, and a milk jug made of Sevres porcelain

63: A set in a walnut wood box containing 12 gold tableware, twelve knives with rosewood handles, gold cup and rosette, steel blades, twelve knives with Sevres porcelain handles adorned with cup rosette landau, plus four gold plates

64: A red lacquer box reinforced with gold, containing a Sevres porcelain bowl adorned with gold, two gold spoons, a covered crystal goblet adorned with gold, two porcelain pasta pots from Sevres

65: A wooden case enclosed in a black lacquer box containing a marabout made of gold with handles made of Sevres porcelain, two large sugar pots, two saucers, and two chocolate cups made of porcelain, a spirit lamp, adorned with gold, a square crystal flask adorned with gold, two coffee spoons, and a large gold spoon

66: A gold-plated copper microscope in its pyramid case

Dom Noël, Planche 19 Microscope tripode.

67: A writing set with 12 zodiac signs

68: A wooden box reinforced with silver containing a pharmacy adorned with silver

69: A yellow lacquer box enclosed in a red leather box

70: A graphometer in a red leather case

71: A gold compass with its stand and a level in a sharkskin case

72: A black lacquer box

73: A breakfast set consisting of a painted sheet metal tray and two porcelain cups

74: A writing set made of silver-reinforced roussette

75: Supplementary gold tableware, three coffee spoons, one tea spoon, a gold set in a roussette case

76: A small black lacquer box

77: A small oak chest, we weren't able to find the key

78: A box of tools with wooden handles and silver ferrules

79: A box of Kingswood,but the key wasn't found

80: A gold-braided telescope

81: A coffee pot for four gold cups with jasper handles and six gold coffee spoons, in a leather case made to contain 12.

[chanceux-et-perdu]

What's all this about glass falling? Does it rain glass here or something? Sounds painful.

The air becomes lighter. It presses down on the mercury in the glass less. The mercury falls… and the storm is imminent.

That is how a barometer works… Magon was making a quip. But we still have to be careful.

A rain of glass is also unpleasant. Somehow, I do not think a barometer could predict that.

[weepingfoxfury]

The man on the radio is silent ... I turned him off. Algorithmic music begone. Weatherwise you definitely need to be at the top of 'the umbrella' list. The seaweed barometer is so wet I'm convinced the tide will be in shortly. No traffic lady today, but the news declared Dublin a hot zone of insanity. Between musicians, mourners and match madness it's utter mayhem. Save yourselves, grab onto a Cheerio!

Today's groaner: after accidentally swallowing Buzz Lightyear, what did the dog say to Woody? ... you got a friend in me ;-D badoom tish ... here all week!!

Beautiful red Geranium ... and, as you can see, the non cleaning of windows is going well and continuing apace. This window is a hive of activity between the mice and the spiders and flies. The spiders can stay but the mice will soon find their entrance holes blocked. They're cute, but they keep eating things they shouldn't.

The windows are rarely cleaned, on the basis of ensuring birds don't fly into the glass. This seems to work for the most part. The only time it hasn't was yesterday. But then, there was a rather tasty looking spider just hanging out on its web in the middle of the pane. This resulted in me watching in startled slow motion as a female Blackbird made a beeline for it ... thudded at speed into the window ... bounced off it, and flew erratically away back up into the trees. One sore head and no prize.

Saturday, Saturday, Saturday and the usual brief trip out for a newspaper and the Groundhog Day TV Guide ... then it's black and white films and coffee as the only order of the day ... me and the Hairy Horde are declaring today as hibernation time ...

[seekers-who-are-lovers]

Kyu-chan’s glasses turn white when he senses trouble

Whatever one says, I am thankful that Kyutaro Kugi has the initiative to make it easier for Kazuki and Rei to get out of trouble. My Kyu-chan trust barometer skyrockets to 75 per cent. Not yet 100 per cent trusting him, but I am getting there.

And so what if he offers Misaki Unasaka money for her chemo and other expenses to build a new life with Miri? And Misaki agreed to it? It would be a win-win situation at the moment. Miri doesn’t look like she harbors hate toward her mother. If Misaki was abusive to her physically, that’s a different ballgame. She seemed to have bottled up everything inside.

Miri still loves her mom, who are we to deny that to her?

Anyway, Kyu-chan would compromise everything if he didn’t do anything at all. Not only himself, but the lives of his friends. This option is better than betraying his friends/fave colleagues. He’s not naïve to think that playing a family and assassins will be a permanent solution. Especially now that there’s a tangible threat. Unless Rei and K turned their backs and commit fake suicide and live their new identities somewhere else. Though I could picture Kazuki doing one of his tricks, that is hacking, to create chaos and convincing the authorities to finally arrest the syndicate members like what happened in real life with one of the prominent Yakuza leaders Satoru Nomura, who was arrested by the Fukuoka Prefecture Police in 2014 for killing civilians. He is now sentenced to death, while his henchmen are threatened to serve life imprisonment.

The main point is that the only time the three of them will be safe is when Ogino and Shigeki Suwa are both dead.

Distraught and hopeless, but there is always light at the end of the tunnel

[endorphinmachine]

i woke up in the recovery room and like the first thing i did was tell the time and the nurse was all HOW DID YOU KNOW!!!!!! and i said theres an analog clock on the wall over there and she was too polite to say anything but eventually my parents came and gave me my glasses and i looked again to see how much time had passed and long story short it was a barometer.