Author Archives: sputterpub

Friday

Posted on August 11, 2017 by sputterpub

I woke at 3:15 and didn’t fall asleep again till it was nearly day. My shoulder hurt a bit. I don’t recall an injury; it didn’t go away no matter my position. Then my head began the monkey-dance of wakeful … Continue reading →

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Change of Life

Posted on August 10, 2017 by sputterpub

Assuming I inherited the curse of fierce impatience from my hasty mom, I tried to justify it. Sure it’s worse to suffer, I asserted with aplomb, complaint or pain in silence! Not my goal, I told my friends, and yet … Continue reading →

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Sis and Cass

Posted on August 9, 2017 by sputterpub

Our dog came to us one year old and already named Sue. Within a month she revealed herself. Sue was a creature of sea-level allergies. She repelled fleas, but reacted negatively to 36 other (mixed blend) insects. We know this … Continue reading →

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Garden Gnome

Posted on August 8, 2017 by sputterpub

My garden has a dozen shades of green, a peppering of purple, yellow, white, and red, below a jacaranda screen pale violet against the summer light. It features branches, flowers, leaves, and vines. It welcomes birds and makes the squirrels … Continue reading →

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Why Not?

Posted on August 7, 2017 by sputterpub

I walk for transportation. People ask where do I get the time to move that way? As if a chance to meditate’s a task, or trekking this topography’s a gray obnoxious labor. What would I prefer? The stress-release of walking … Continue reading →

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Tissue Lint

Posted on August 4, 2017 by sputterpub

I got so old I now have allergies, or maybe it’s particulates in air, but often I’m beset – I sniff and sneeze repeatedly. I blow my nose and tear the tissue, marveling at sinus spill. Too young to tuck … Continue reading →

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Dietribe

Posted on August 3, 2017 by sputterpub

Imagine zero carbohydrate meals… I couldn’t eat so easily; the seeds and nuts, the beans and berries – these appeal ahead of meat. My satisfaction feeds on salad, almost every afternoon. I don’t adore fried chicken, want a steak, but … Continue reading →

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Sweet, But Not Real Bright

Posted on August 2, 2017 by sputterpub

“Joy’s kind of like a retriever: sweet but not real bright.” My husband said that to our daughter, and she told me. To put the scene in perspective, they are not young: 68 and 40. I was shocked. I’d never … Continue reading →

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Ermine

Posted on August 1, 2017 by sputterpub

My hair was almost black when I was born. A young brunette, I argued with my peers that contrast was more lovely, long or shorn, but now I’ve grown my sable white with years. I used to be the youngest … Continue reading →

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Seeking Sneaking Sun

Posted on July 31, 2017 by sputterpub

When I sit in the sun I’m overhot, but inside it’s too chill to bare my knees. Now matter where I opt for, I forgot the fickleness of sixty-five degrees in summer – shifting from the inside out and back … Continue reading →

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