Monthly Archives: August 2020

The Trolley Question

Posted on August 11, 2020 by sputterpub

You have a choice about the rail you ride. Ahead you see a crowd, so do you switch to force the trolley on the shunt beside, where one will surely die? Now tell me: which? It doesn’t matter what or … Continue reading →

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My Little Estate

Posted on August 10, 2020 by sputterpub

I moved back in here 15 months ago and wanted to declare the job complete, but then I watched the punch list start to grow as imperfections surfaced in the neat appearances that pleased in gross but not on close … Continue reading →

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COVIDream

Posted on August 9, 2020 by sputterpub

An ordinary nightmare for the young, the one that more experience than not, is dreaming we’re at school one day among our peers, and realizing that we forgot to put on underwear. Anxiety invades us: how to handle vacancy beneath … Continue reading →

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By Request

Posted on August 8, 2020 by sputterpub

She’s known me rather well for 50 years. She understands I seldom take advice or listen to suggestions. Mostly nice and rational, my willful temper rears when anybody states how I should spend my time or modulate my tone of … Continue reading →

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Thrummingbirds

Posted on August 7, 2020 by sputterpub

I never saw so many hummingbirds in 13 years of living by this yard. If I’d attempt to put their sound in words, I’d mention “thrum:” soft tongue upon the hard- called palate right behind the upper teeth. I hear … Continue reading →

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Furniture

Posted on August 6, 2020 by sputterpub

Considering the way I use outside, I know I want a bench and table there. I picked a set IKEA advertised, but couldn’t get it shipped. I shopped elsewhere. I found a better set and paid with card (and started … Continue reading →

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Scaled Down

Posted on August 5, 2020 by sputterpub

“The beatings will continue till morale improves” came into office humor lore when I was young and prone to rationale, and this is what I took from it: The cure for sadness, fret, and most anxiety may be no more … Continue reading →

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The Napping Chair

Posted on August 4, 2020 by sputterpub

At last I own the perfect napping chair. It took a lifetime to acquire this upholstered seat abutting shaded air affording back support and ankle bliss. The view from it is manna for my eyes, although its comfort bids my … Continue reading →

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Hoax

Posted on August 3, 2020 by sputterpub

I hear Coronavirus is a hoax perpetuated by the enemies of 45, whose followers are folks who cherish secret dark conspiracies. As if progressives had the means to coax cooperation from communities abroad! What stupid love of subterfuge, to think … Continue reading →

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Behavior

Posted on August 2, 2020 by sputterpub

I know the media exaggerate the odd and shocking, but what is this shit about barbaric acts of public hate involving women who decide to spit at people? Words like “inappropriate” fall short, describing assholes lacking qualms. While right-wing women … Continue reading →

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