'by the time I die, so much will have been said about me that no one will know any longer what kind of person I was.' - edith piaf, my life, opening lines.
it's the first day of september (and of the 'embers' - september, october, november, december, SOND before we enter the -uaries, january and february).
meteorological summer is over and we enter meteorological autumn. the autumn crocus is already up.
the critical day is the autumn equinox. 22nd september at 13:47. we are roughly 3 weeks off the equinox (aka. long dark tunnel day) when we enter the dark half of the year (the half of the year with the least daylight) and this will take us through to the winter solstice and then back up towards the light.
the washing machine seems to have stopped working. it will not drain, it is an e18 (bosch) error - there are some things horsemouth and his mum can try (before they admit it is fucked and buy a new one). it is 14 years old.
horsemouth has started on the edith piaf as his first book for november. it's great so far with a grim account of her childhood and then her life in le milieu (the criminal underworld). horsemouth regrets not putting the work in to learn non, je ne regrette rien.
horsemouth has started doing some reading about the celebrations for ganesha this month - from roughly the 6th (preparation work that includes avoiding seeing the moon) to the 17th (ganesha immersed in water to say goodbye), not that he will be able to do much about it being away from his ganesha statue.
over the weekend (and monday) rubbish rainy weather.
it's the anniversary of the first ever golden glow (from september the 1st 2015). howard plays tracks by peggy honeywell, ted lucas, skubi, led zepellin, mariano rodriguez and more.
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