Category Archives: Coronaverse

Eight Days Hence

Posted on January 7, 2021 by sputterpub

It’s near 300 days since I beganthis daily writing project. House arrestcontinues and although I didn’t planit so, and probably would not have guessed,I tend to write about a week ahead.It’s Wednesday where I sit – in 8 more days,when … Continue reading →

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Chores

Posted on January 4, 2021 by sputterpub

I’m fortunate. I really shouldn’t rant,but Monday mornings are intense and tough.Committed to long exercise, I can’tbe Sunday sedentary. That’s a roughreality, but add to it the store,for usually I’m mostly out of food.I have to hike an hour to … Continue reading →

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PvZ

Posted on January 3, 2021 by sputterpub

At least 8 years ago, the oldest boyinstalled a classic game on my machine.His younger brothers each grew to enjoythe play (the instigator’s now 15).I showed it to their cousin. It’s a toythat toddlers’ parents ration, fearing screentime will distract … Continue reading →

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My Walk to the Store

Posted on January 2, 2021 by sputterpub

The market where I shop is small and old,and never crowded early in the day.I walk there first-thing, when the air’s still cold:unmasked en route in solitude’s my way.But neither Internet nor instinct toldme they’d be closed to lengthen holiday.I … Continue reading →

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Statistics

Posted on January 1, 2021 by sputterpub

We didn’t track the AQI, untilthe fires grew so frequent and nearby.With Covid now increasing daily kill,we pay attention to how many die. Some commentators claim deaths don’t exceedthe normal numbers (yes I sometimes readthe radical, the way my brother … Continue reading →

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Winterized Garden

Posted on December 31, 2020 by sputterpub

It took until December for the treesto lose their leaves. We’ve had a little rainthat brought down ash – particulate debrisfrom all the awful fires of the fall.The daytime peaks at 59 degreesand, finally, we’ve turned the sprinklers off.We don’t … Continue reading →

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No Colds

Posted on December 28, 2020 by sputterpub

A year ago I thought I caught a cold,except it never moved the way mine do.Bronchitis didn’t come. My body toldme virus penetrated, moving throughmy upper torso to pollute my gut.I’m old and never felt that way till then.It took … Continue reading →

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Year End

Posted on December 27, 2020 by sputterpub

The beat goes on no matter what we do.Tomorrow keeps on following today.Supposing we recover and get throughcatastrophes that press on us, we maybe certain new emergencies will rise,predictable, erupting in surprise,demanding smart response or dreadful fee,and modifying paths for … Continue reading →

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One Medical

Posted on December 24, 2020 by sputterpub

I hadn’t seen a doctor in two years.I know I’m wearing old and should be screened,but mine retired. I was in arrearstwo months before the virus intervened. I found a new practitioner and wentlast week to meet and check my … Continue reading →

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Wardrobe

Posted on December 22, 2020 by sputterpub

I never owned designer clothes or shoes,but still I used to ponder what to wear.To look all right and feel okay, I’d choosemy outfit carefully. I didn’t careabout the latest styles, but I tooksome time and effort when I made … Continue reading →

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