Author Archives: sputterpub

Greg

Posted on March 15, 2017 by sputterpub

I dreamt of my neighbor Greg last week. Maybe it’s all the emails I’m getting about the fiftieth reunion. Not that I’m going. I attended two high schools. I started in a semi-settled community south of San Diego and then … Continue reading →

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A White Opossum

Posted on March 14, 2017 by sputterpub

Opossums frequent here. Among the skunks and squirrels and raccoons with ugly feet, marsupials are found. They’re making bunks beneath my porch and boardwalk: urban suite of fauna sharing time beyond my door, and not a problem looking for a … Continue reading →

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Malaise

Posted on March 13, 2017 by sputterpub

Three weeks ago I caught a heavy cold, or maybe it was flu infecting me, but I was stricken then with manifold complaints, among them loss of energy and aching joints, bronchitis threatening, and lack of appetite. All pleasures off, … Continue reading →

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Ruth

Posted on March 10, 2017 by sputterpub

Well you know Ruth – she’s always talking smack about the folks she calls her closest friends. The simple truth: she doesn’t have your back; her judgment knows no limits and extends from comments criticizing you to me, to circumstantial … Continue reading →

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Free Time

Posted on March 9, 2017 by sputterpub

For forty years she had to multi-task – the office and dependents had their needs. As if she bore a harness, wore a mask, the woman found scant time to write or read or meditate. Most days she wrote a … Continue reading →

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Mimi

Posted on March 8, 2017 by sputterpub
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Spinach Frittata

Posted on March 7, 2017 by sputterpub

Frittata day again – it’s time to grate the parmesan, to heat the olive oil and chop the onions, thaw or lacerate the spinach, beat the eggs, and bake and broil till the garnish cheese is crispy gold. I make … Continue reading →

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Virus

Posted on March 6, 2017 by sputterpub

I must be ill – I lack the energy to exercise, the stamina to eat. I’m guessing it’s a virus – remedy cannot be bought – I sit, I use the heat and rest until invasion runs its course – … Continue reading →

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On the Edge of Spring

Posted on March 3, 2017 by sputterpub

On February 28th the sky was spanking blue, the streets were wind-swept clean. No matter where I looked it charmed my eye with evidence of budding growth. The scene was absolutely vernal. I declared that spring was here, regardless of … Continue reading →

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Plumbing

Posted on March 2, 2017 by sputterpub

Two days ago my shower wasn’t hot enough. Oh I had warmth to wash my hair, but though I edged the lever left, I got no customary scald. I don’t repair appliances and never learned to plumb. I monitored the … Continue reading →

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