Monthly Archives: September 2019

Going to My Room

Posted on September 30, 2019 by sputterpub

What I appreciate about alone is talking to myself where you can’t hear, where I can gorge on words without a bone to pick with anyone, for no one’s near. My parents used to send me to my room when … Continue reading →

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Soot

Posted on September 26, 2019 by sputterpub

As soon as all the work was done, I booked the window washing and the maintenance my fireplace deserves. The unit looked as usual – I never had the sense of something off. The ceiling fan was on. Was that … Continue reading →

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The Damp Deck

Posted on September 24, 2019 by sputterpub

I’m well aware the weather could be worse; we pay a lot to live around this bay. But atmospheric rivers are a curse for me – extreme humidity today will not allow my just-sealed deck to dry. Evaporation is on … Continue reading →

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Benvenue

Posted on September 23, 2019 by sputterpub

An early riser now, I’m up by 6 all summer, and my day off exercise is Sunday, when I get my weekly fix of puzzles in the back of Datebook. Eyes on friendly letters, coffee freshly made, I want my … Continue reading →

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No Smoking

Posted on September 19, 2019 by sputterpub

I didn’t smoke tobacco to look cool, exactly. I mean, I was not concerned with peer regards. I made it out of school and off to college; then my head got turned by admiration. There I met a guy who … Continue reading →

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Onion Scales

Posted on September 12, 2019 by sputterpub

Perhaps it wasn’t alcohol to blame. It may be that addiction didn’t star in her dramatic history. The same “You’re not as funny as you think you are” describes her now she doesn’t drink at all. Our intervention didn’t do … Continue reading →

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Sateen

Posted on September 10, 2019 by sputterpub

My 90 year-old mother said to me (she’s really 93, but that’s too much for meter), that she’d like her bed to be equipped with linens softer to the touch. “I have two sets of sheets. But I’m not keen … Continue reading →

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Keto Kitchen Kounter

Posted on September 9, 2019 by sputterpub

When I moved back, my discipline did not. It wasn’t that I craved the bread, desserts, or Triscuits. I can’t say that I forgot how sugar’s toxic, carbohydrate hurts, and all digestive systems need a break. It’s more like I … Continue reading →

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The Dope Tray

Posted on September 5, 2019 by sputterpub

Two score and seven years ago, a tray of Norse design as wedding gift we got. We didn’t choose to entertain that way; we used the dish to clean and hold our pot. The giver was my brother’s college friend. … Continue reading →

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Red Red Rose

Posted on September 3, 2019 by sputterpub

I said I didn’t love the hybrid rose, for unattractive foliage and fuss. Its fragrance used to overwhelm my nose. Its thorns are piercing to the limbs of us. A gift of scissored roses seemed to me akin to the … Continue reading →

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