Monthly Archives: December 2018

Rx

Posted on December 20, 2018 by sputterpub

Declaring I’m not stressed when any ask, and sleeping rather soundly for my age, I’m quite sincere – this visage is no mask, I’m not a martyr, and I don’t engage hyperbole to write or self-portray. But lately I’ve a … Continue reading →

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Holiday Weekend

Posted on December 18, 2018 by sputterpub

There’s precious dullness in family these rainy Sunday afternoons.

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Vagabonding

Posted on December 17, 2018 by sputterpub

Another grandmother would visit less, contribute money more than presence now. Acknowledging catastrophe, I guess it’s true another’d try a different how. But I can’t stay at home while they contend with hospitals and stroke dimension’s pace and space, with … Continue reading →

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Ice

Posted on December 13, 2018 by sputterpub

In love with ice although it makes him choke, he asks for cups and settles for three cubes. He’s weeks away from swallowing – his stroke disabled signals, plumbed his face with tubes, and swept him out of balance, off … Continue reading →

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It Takes Two

Posted on December 11, 2018 by sputterpub

Don’t self-describe with “I’m the sort of person who …” No one is a sort.

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Good Neighbors

Posted on December 10, 2018 by sputterpub

Two skunks made babies in my yard last week, assuming that was reproductive sex: two poufs of jet bisected by a streak of white elongating their backs and necks. That’s two months early, says the Internet. Their mating season doesn’t … Continue reading →

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A Bus Gap

Posted on December 6, 2018 by sputterpub

I fell into a bus hole yesterday. Conveyances that should have stopped near me six times an hour suffered some delay (although the suffering appeared to be confined to would-be passengers instead of buses, drivers, transit employees). I had a … Continue reading →

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The Last Persimmon

Posted on December 4, 2018 by sputterpub

My neighbor planned and planted our shared yard, then moved away before she could observe the fruits of cultivation. I regard the lemon tree containers and the curve of apple branches, and the graceful lines persimmon limbs display against the … Continue reading →

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Omen(ish)

Posted on December 3, 2018 by sputterpub

I booked the flight at least a month before November fires blanketed the state. In miles from my bed, 534 is measured if a crow is flying straight, but climate differs more than by degrees; here’s autumn color, air that … Continue reading →

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