Anyone who claims to know anything has already won my contempt. But, contempt from one so contemptible would be praise indeed. Let us rejoice in our ignorance.
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Important to Ensure You are Looking in the Right Direction
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But of course there is always a problem. The problem resides in knowing which direction you are facing. If you're already face-up and you start looking skywards you will only find your shoes or a big pile of mud.
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| Windows |
Apparently windows are the souls of the eyes. Keep your windows open and eat soul food.
I digress.
Which way am I facing? It would be nice to say face-down in the mud. But that's not how I feel. I am pretty lucky. I feel young and vital, I have a beautiful son, a nice house, an excellent job and a comforting sense of the magical nature of the sublimely ridiculous. That's useful given the objective circumstances.
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| A Lot of Flames |
Lots of fire without smoke. "I am the self-consumer of my woes". I shan't get too melodramatic. Loreto was at the school this morning where there was the party for the school's patron saint. There were scandalous persecutions and scenes of emotional detritus and rancorous implosion.
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| Incredible Loveliness rising above the Tide of Human Folly |
No further comment needed one feels.
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| More Loveliness. Life, of course, is a Plate of Spaghetti. |
The metaphor is a good one because all of those strands of spaghetti don't go anywhere. It's like life. Make sure you skewer the meatballs.
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| You Have Permission for Landing |
There is a beautiful gap between the ground and those blue wellies. The gap between God's finger and the Adam on the roof of the Cisteen chapel. All of the energy is there.
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Food Glorious Food. Eating Tripe.
(I only have to listen to it) |
The date for the hearing for provisional measures i.e. the provisional custody of Jacob is on the 28th of January. Until then, Heaven knows, anything goes.
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| How Slippy is the slide? |
All speculation would be superfluous. It's a slippery slope toward folly.
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| See the Saw? |
School remains a refuge in which all is under control, although the situation with Jacob's mother is putting the two headmistresses under stresses. Tricky for a Catholic school. However child welfare is the call-sign and hopefully Jacob's best interests will be paramount. The only person who fails to keep to this norm is his mother.
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| Happy |
Jacob seems to be happy, relatively well-adjusted and unaffected. It is true however, that he is very loathe to be left in the school and perhaps has a fear of being abandoned.
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| In keeping with the Rigours of a Serious "Position" |
Not taking one's self too seriously is important. Pomposity is both extremely unattractive and corrosive.
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| An Empty Porch |
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| A Hungry Vampire |
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| One of the 15 Witches gathered for a Meeting of the Somewhat Un-evil Cambre Covern |
Today's Poem:
When getting my nose in a book
Cured most things short of school,
It was worth ruining my eyes
To know I could still keep cool,
And deal out the old right hook
To dirty dogs twice my size.
Later, with inch-thick specs,
Evil was just my lark:
Me and my cloak and fangs
Had ripping times in the dark.
The women I clubbed with sex!
I broke them up like meringues.
Don't read much now: the dude
Who lets the girl down before
The hero arrives, the chap
Who's yellow and keeps the store
Seem far too familiar. Get stewed:
Books are a load of crap.
