Category Archives: Home

Preheat Not Needed

Posted on October 10, 2019 by sputterpub

In classifying new stuff good or bad, depending on performance and design, the dishwasher’s a joke, the stove is sad, and manufactured doors are out of line. The ceiling fan is handsome and works well, the custom bed and closet … Continue reading →

Posted in Home, Poetry | Tagged | Leave a comment

Exampling Spider

Posted on October 8, 2019 by sputterpub

A three-month project, overrun to eight, is nearly at an end, but truth be told, the bulk of it was not accomplished late. I hung at ninety-five percent, controlled by winter trains and summer-found defects, by workmen moving on to … Continue reading →

Posted in Critters, Home, Poetry | Tagged | Leave a comment

Soot

Posted on September 26, 2019 by sputterpub

As soon as all the work was done, I booked the window washing and the maintenance my fireplace deserves. The unit looked as usual – I never had the sense of something off. The ceiling fan was on. Was that … Continue reading →

Posted in Home, Philosophy, Poetry | Tagged | Leave a comment

The Damp Deck

Posted on September 24, 2019 by sputterpub

I’m well aware the weather could be worse; we pay a lot to live around this bay. But atmospheric rivers are a curse for me – extreme humidity today will not allow my just-sealed deck to dry. Evaporation is on … Continue reading →

Posted in Home, Poetry, Weather | Tagged | Leave a comment

Keto Kitchen Kounter

Posted on September 9, 2019 by sputterpub

When I moved back, my discipline did not. It wasn’t that I craved the bread, desserts, or Triscuits. I can’t say that I forgot how sugar’s toxic, carbohydrate hurts, and all digestive systems need a break. It’s more like I … Continue reading →

Posted in Aging, Behavior Modification, Food, Health, Home, Poetry | Tagged , , | Leave a comment

Red Red Rose

Posted on September 3, 2019 by sputterpub

I said I didn’t love the hybrid rose, for unattractive foliage and fuss. Its fragrance used to overwhelm my nose. Its thorns are piercing to the limbs of us. A gift of scissored roses seemed to me akin to the … Continue reading →

Posted in Home, Personality, Poetry | Tagged | Leave a comment

Parallel Lines Meet at My Place

Posted on August 26, 2019 by sputterpub

Approaching home improvement with a plan, I marshaled funds and interviewed four pros. I paid attention to what can’t and can be done, and chose a team that surely knows construction, plumbing, wiring, paint and tile. I backed off then … Continue reading →

Posted in Home, Poetry | Tagged | Leave a comment

Misplacements

Posted on August 20, 2019 by sputterpub

Disruption I invited took me out of house and habit, for a quarter year. I packed away my comforts, moved about three miles to the south, into a sphere of love and friendship, where I learned what plays on television … Continue reading →

Posted in Home, Poetry | Tagged | Leave a comment

Yellow Roses

Posted on August 12, 2019 by sputterpub

Some things I seldom do I did last week. It started Tuesday morning, I believe. I hurt my back with five-pound weights – I speak of that not much or loudly, trying not to grieve about surprises aging throws at … Continue reading →

Posted in Aging, Home, Poetry | Tagged , | Leave a comment

Absence of Outhouse

Posted on August 1, 2019 by sputterpub

As soon as we had permits, there was placed a lockless porta-potty at our curb. Somebody tipped it once. Someone defaced its side with paint. Its bulk did not disturb my eyes, it didn’t stink, no neighbor yelped. I’m sure … Continue reading →

Posted in Home, Poetry | Tagged | Leave a comment