Wednesday, 26 July 2023

nimrod and the rubaiyat

today a bright clear morning. his mum is off feeding the chickens. horsemouth was up late (7.20am woo-hoo) after getting up briefly at 6am and deciding to go back to bed (this is progress). he snoozed a little yesterday afternoon too. his mum and himself had been for a walk up on the common (to the fussell bench and back). 

in the evening horsemouth and his mum watched the sixth commandment - the exceptionally bad ben has been caught befriending then poisoning old folks in an attempt to rob them of their inheritances. he has been found guilty and sent to jail.  he only gets convicted of the first murder not of the second. his sidekick gets off (but is that the sort of thing you would care to have on your conscience?). so justice (of a sort) has been done.

his mum and himself have been watching it throughout, even though it is grim. possibly because it is unflinching they have found it therapeutic. 

he listened to nimrod again. the celebrant has agreed to do the service. horsemouth has recovered dad's copy of the fitzgerald translation of the rubaiyat of omar khayyam from the driver's side car door pocket of the truck. horsemouth had remarked on it being there. it does not contain the poem horsemouth wanted - that was a mash up by mr.social control of various lines from the rubaiyat  and on ilkley more baht' at. horsemouth will endeavour to find it. but there is probably something there already in the rubiayat that contains his father's essential attitude. 

horsemouth's folks are not believers. they are secular humanists, rationalists of the dawkins, hitchens, variety. we therefore will have to do without the rest in peace and rise in glory  and hymns (though they could of course sing some if they wanted). 

today his brother's eldest graduates from university. his mum's sister and her husband come to visit. horsemouth goes to have a look at re-installing the electric fence  round the chicken coop. 

yesterday a visit to the village store, a hardware shop where they bought an incineration bin, and the forge garage.  at some point they will have to risk a trip to tesco to stock up on food. 

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