Fifteen

Fifteen. It's a good number, the factors of which are of course, five and three, the second and the third prime numbers if you start from two. Neither zero or one are prime numbers. Will 2015 be a good year? Yes. Why? because of the fortuitous celestial configuration of course! Sagittarius is aligned with mars in the third cycle of the seventh month, the moon will be mooning, the sun sunny and the stars star-struck.

Execrable: hateful, worthy of the utmost contempt.

I could think of a word which, without being insulting, might define this person more accurately. To whom am I refering? It's a secret.


I hasten to add that none of the following pictures have anything to do with this particular word.

The kitchen with some light

The living room fire now in working order

A real living room once more

  Today is the last day before I go back to school and, of course, the last day before Jacob goes back to school too.

Christmas eve was like this:It's about 9 o'clock in the evening, Christmas eve 2014. I'm surrounded by candles, on my own in the kitchen. The wood burning stove is throbbing like a distant sun and I am vibrating to the  chiming contractions of the wrought iron. Jacob is in bed exhausted and I am navigating the preindustrial geography of a power cut. They are pretty frequent around here, but nobody risks a cuss; everyone has been injected with enervation  delivered through  the syringe of apathy.

One of the best books I've ever read (finished recently)

Looking slightly metrosexual

Anyway prudence tells me that it would be good to publish this now given that it will get longer and overgrown if I decide to wait and prune.

Today's poem:

I tried to remember to forget. 

But I forgot

Recalling what hadn't happened yet.

But I forgot.

My brain's assembled a dissembler;

I forgot.

I tried to forget how to forget.

But I forgot.

Easier amnesia than pain

So let's forget!

But then again...