Category Archives: Home

Furniture

Posted on August 6, 2020 by sputterpub

Considering the way I use outside, I know I want a bench and table there. I picked a set IKEA advertised, but couldn’t get it shipped. I shopped elsewhere. I found a better set and paid with card (and started … Continue reading →

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The Napping Chair

Posted on August 4, 2020 by sputterpub

At last I own the perfect napping chair. It took a lifetime to acquire this upholstered seat abutting shaded air affording back support and ankle bliss. The view from it is manna for my eyes, although its comfort bids my … Continue reading →

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Scat

Posted on August 1, 2020 by sputterpub

My yard is rodent-rich and bird-endowed, and harbors skunks and possums frequently, but we decided deer are not allowed – they munch too many blossoms. So we built a gate atop the entrance steps that cowed the eaters of our … 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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Resealed

Posted on July 16, 2020 by sputterpub

Too humid to dry the redwood deck I resealed: our normal July.

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Claustrophilia

Posted on July 10, 2020 by sputterpub

The deck deserves another waterproof. It should have happened several months ago, before we hunkered down and in, aloof from viral load, from people, shop and show. The bathroom has irregularities the builder meant to fix, or tweak and ease. … Continue reading →

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House Arrest 24 (Clogyrnach)

Posted on April 10, 2020 by sputterpub

I thought the TP shortage must subside as hoarders learned to trust supply lines. The twist? The paper that’s missed is domestic. It’s plush. There’s plenty of commercial stuff, the rolls too big, the texture rough, but never have we … Continue reading →

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House Arrest 23 (Masks)

Posted on April 9, 2020 by sputterpub

Protection’s in N95’s, but wait! We need to save those units for the docs. A surgeon’s mask will decontaminate the air; they need those, too. Whatever blocks the spray of droplets seems good strategy. Last week we didn’t need a … Continue reading →

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House Arrest 22 (Acrostic Rispetto)

Posted on April 8, 2020 by sputterpub

Now all I know must shelter in our places, Or venture out for food and exercising. Most people are restricting their embraces. Our introversion may appear surprising For such a social species, but I wonder: Of benefits that come with … Continue reading →

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House Arrest 21 (Interlocking Rubaiyat)

Posted on April 7, 2020 by sputterpub

It felt severe and drastic when proclaimed, when most of us were sent inside or shamed. “Stay home,” we were directed, “for three weeks.” We hunkered down as world contagion flamed. We’re watching so much news. Whoever speaks has listeners, … Continue reading →

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