'the end is nigh'
'it's worse than that'
(not really)
'to the success of our hopeless cause' - old soviet dissident toast (horsemouth can't tell you how much this speaks to him)
the clocks have gone forward (and now so have the calendars)
horsemouth is going to look in the various diaries for apposite quotes.
'when I have sent of my manuscripts to the printer, certain objectionable sentences or expressions are sure to obtrude themselves on my attention with force, though I had not consciously suspected them before...' - thoreau, diaries, 31st march 1854.
the next two weeks - sunny in the day (cold at night).
of course as soon as he had published this blogpost horsemouth realised the thoreau quote needed trimming and that in discussing this he could reveal the process of excising objectionable sentences by doing, by showing, (er. and by telling).
horsemouth is sad to see his blogposts go off into the day. if it is a written-the-day-before blogpost he will almost certainly start writing the next days immediately.
above. one of howard's mixclouds from 2020 (starting with some of that there indian stuff and then going all clannad and breathy chiffer). horsemouth should really have put it up tomorrow. horsemouth likes the cover (like a lot).
now it has gone all big guitars and slow tempos (wtaf!).
ok it looks like one of horsemouth's peas has come up already (one of the one's he planted in the garden unsoaked). but it also looks like the mice have been at the ones he was soaking in the greenhouse. so horsemouth is at 13 nasturtiums and 3 pea shoots. nothing else has come up yet.
yesterday he missed the bus into abergavenny (the 442 tuesday only- there and back again). he has, at least, researched it now. abergavenny seems a much more likely prospect for charity shops and second hand book-shops (the kind of thing he likes) than hereford. at the very least he's hardly ever there so it will be new for him. plus there are the villages on the bus route.
horsemouth seems to have retired at the optimum age. well actually he went a bit earlier and it was more like he was pushed rather than he jumped but he didn't require much persuading. their business case for closing down the unit was a bit pawky but as soon as they told him the redundancy amount (about a year's rent) and told him he could get his (works) pension early - even when he realised it was tiny - he was convinced.
and so here he is. living the life of leisure. (hopefully the peas will survive the cold nights).
he had a go at planting some potatoes earlier with his mum - hopefully he'll get some response from them.
'utopia...
for all its charms, the island is uninhabited...'
- wisława szymborska
(to be honest horsemouth prefers her the end and the beginning.)