Monthly Archives: August 2019

Ordinary Rudeness

Posted on August 29, 2019 by sputterpub

We often disagree, my closest friend and I, about mundane experience. Mature and metro, we should comprehend alike discourtesy. Imperious she waxes if her path should intersect with rudeness from a stranger. There’s a role that breached she calls a … Continue reading →

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Recordings

Posted on August 27, 2019 by sputterpub

Of late I’ve started sampling old CDs (I own a working player and a crate of purchased music decades old). Some please enough to keep and some are second-rate about to go, but all induce in me nostalgic habits corny … Continue reading →

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Parallel Lines Meet at My Place

Posted on August 26, 2019 by sputterpub

Approaching home improvement with a plan, I marshaled funds and interviewed four pros. I paid attention to what can’t and can be done, and chose a team that surely knows construction, plumbing, wiring, paint and tile. I backed off then … Continue reading →

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The Door Handle

Posted on August 22, 2019 by sputterpub

Invited to a lunch I couldn’t duck, I thought I’d make the transit nice for me. I’d stroll to BART and ride, and then I’d tuck another walk in the vicinity of San Francisco Bay. So I made use of … Continue reading →

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Misplacements

Posted on August 20, 2019 by sputterpub

Disruption I invited took me out of house and habit, for a quarter year. I packed away my comforts, moved about three miles to the south, into a sphere of love and friendship, where I learned what plays on television … Continue reading →

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Not Neuro

Posted on August 19, 2019 by sputterpub

Perambulating, sometimes I ignore the views I’m walking through. I organize my errands, screen a daydream, focus more inside than on the scenes before my eyes. Returning to what’s present, I’ve been known to wonder where I’ve wandered. I forgot … Continue reading →

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Love is a Symptom

Posted on August 15, 2019 by sputterpub

With love the subject of the poems and songs, and love the object people crave the most, philosophers assume that love belongs atop the list of human wants. A host of minds agree on that, excluding mine. We know our … Continue reading →

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The Omniscients

Posted on August 13, 2019 by sputterpub

My father was the guru of my youth, responding to my questions patiently. It felt as if he always told the truth – he gave me answers with calm mastery, or helped me understand we haven’t yet. We ranged from … Continue reading →

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Yellow Roses

Posted on August 12, 2019 by sputterpub

Some things I seldom do I did last week. It started Tuesday morning, I believe. I hurt my back with five-pound weights – I speak of that not much or loudly, trying not to grieve about surprises aging throws at … Continue reading →

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Fear of Irony

Posted on August 8, 2019 by sputterpub

I used to know a guy who spoke so well he could have been a new Demosthenes, until his brain misfired – like a spell, he lost his speech in agonized degrees. My children’s dad was always into sound – … Continue reading →

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