Author Archives: sputterpub

Tuesday

Posted on July 28, 2020 by sputterpub

No customary habits can emerge when custom changes every other day. I heard we need no mask. Infection’s surge then made the experts change the words they say. First respiratory droplets brought the scourge – they’re now suspecting aerosol array. … Continue reading →

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Not Nearly November

Posted on July 27, 2020 by sputterpub

Some thought Coronavirus was a flu like those we knew, and bound to hibernate when our humidity and warming grew, but summer’s here and illness won’t abate. The optimists assert it’s like a cold, and though our URI’s are not … Continue reading →

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Science Gets in the Way

Posted on July 26, 2020 by sputterpub

The journalists wanna rake over the evidence Feds won’t make over. But research is clear tests would just interfere. We can’t let the science take over.

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Humidity

Posted on July 25, 2020 by sputterpub

They say it doesn’t flourish in humidity. We’re blessed with damp air.

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Say Which?

Posted on July 24, 2020 by sputterpub

The bug is new, and creatures who should lead are aiming, if they have an aim, to block emerging facts from notice. They impede statistics, bury data. It would shock us but our tolerance to stupid, bad and venal is … Continue reading →

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Benign Neglect

Posted on July 23, 2020 by sputterpub

My garden attitude’s benign neglect; I never went for soil on my hands or stooping. I’m so old my neck is wrecked from telephones and tension – I don’t need to stress my knees and back as I’d expect if … Continue reading →

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Bad Spit

Posted on July 22, 2020 by sputterpub

The root canal and implant surgery, my dental treatments during quarantine, one necessary, one appropriate, are why I ventured from the sanity of home alone and comfortable hygiene (the pain and symptoms weren’t counterfeit). A hair salon I’d fain be … Continue reading →

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My Hermitage

Posted on July 21, 2020 by sputterpub

My hermitage was built last century – three score and sixteen years ago (they say, who keep a file on the property). Constructed as a guest house then, today the Codes would not permit my place to be so on-the-edge … Continue reading →

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The Keyhole

Posted on July 20, 2020 by sputterpub

He has a walk-through bedroom, in between his parents’ and the kitchen’s narrow end. (Their flat is old – Victorian or Queen Anne modified to serve the housing trend). The woodwork is original – the doors have panels, knobs and … Continue reading →

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PseudoStops

Posted on July 19, 2020 by sputterpub

I seldom see the good in boundaries; I tend to play at work and work at play. I set a goal, approach it by degrees, but when it’s reached it doesn’t go away. Some friends I love and honor lack … Continue reading →

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