Author Archives: sputterpub

Backache

Posted on June 17, 2019 by sputterpub

I tweaked my lower back. I felt the ache when I got out of bed at half past six. I’d taken while away from home a break of nearly sixteen weeks. I guess the disk required more protection at this … Continue reading →

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Mid-Day Commute

Posted on June 13, 2019 by sputterpub

I walked to Rockridge BART the long way round, and bought two bags of apricots en route. I shopped for salad and I also found some time for body lotion. Armed with fruit and cream and greens, I caught a … Continue reading →

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The Sink

Posted on June 11, 2019 by sputterpub

The kitchen counter I selected was of Corian, with integrated sink. I chose it over stone or tile, cause I liked the jointless look. It made me think it wouldn’t grow a gap or spring a leak. Its seamless surface … Continue reading →

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Villefranche Sur Mer

Posted on June 10, 2019 by sputterpub

Before me spreads the topic coast of France: a stop unplanned, selected as the wind entangled Monaco. The tour’s mischance betakes us here, a panorama spinned because the anchors let us turn a bit, the view resorts on shore and … Continue reading →

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Primacy

Posted on June 6, 2019 by sputterpub

So you feel bullied when I say a word, and I feel bullied when you shop with me. Except our definition is absurd if we mean mean coercive tyranny. Instead let’s recognize your feelings hurt by “petulant,” “draconian,” and “cold.” … Continue reading →

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Dishwasher

Posted on June 4, 2019 by sputterpub

I have to test the dishwasher – so much has been delivered damaged or installed with leak, without a level, or with such a gap I can’t ignore. I’m not appalled, upset; it’s not a shock or a surprise that … Continue reading →

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The Cruise

Posted on June 3, 2019 by sputterpub

I’m thinking how to summarize this trip: if I were more adventurous, I guess I wouldn’t miss a day to leave the ship, but disembarking ratchets up my stress. I love to nest no matter where’s my bed – what’s … Continue reading →

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Vanity

Posted on May 30, 2019 by sputterpub

My vanity is asymmetrical. No matter where I look there’s something wrong: geometry, the knobs I have to pull, the faucet taps, and how it takes too long to feel its water warm into my palm. Its crooked bottom edge … Continue reading →

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Not Such A Good Day

Posted on May 28, 2019 by sputterpub

The toddler and his parents moved last week. I skirted stacks of boxes, searched for books and toys and coffee gear, in hide-and-seek I didn’t need. I wasn’t charmed by looks or feelings. Next I was by news dismayed — … Continue reading →

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TYVM

Posted on May 27, 2019 by sputterpub

  I visited my cottage yesterday. I saw the shape of bathroom, kitchen, shed, selected tones of grout, forgot to stay to dump the mail, and caught a lift instead to this my temporary lodging place, supplied without a deadline … Continue reading →

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