Category Archives: Home

Done

Posted on November 18, 2019 by sputterpub

The job’s not perfect but it feels complete. I see some minor damage and some flaws, but I’ve declared it’s fine enough, and sweet my solitary residence, because I’m living now what I dreamt months ago. I had to use … Continue reading →

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Window Washing

Posted on November 8, 2019 by sputterpub

Tomorrow I’ll be out of bed by six, to grunt and cough and ready for the man who cleans the glass because he knows all tricks of squeegees and detergents. That’s my plan for Saturday, too early to be fun, … Continue reading →

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My Garden

Posted on October 29, 2019 by sputterpub

I never was a gardener. That niche was filled by others in my family. My thumb was tan; my body didn’t itch to plant or prune or weed topography. I didn’t savor earth beneath my nails, no matter how my … Continue reading →

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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 →

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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 →

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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 →

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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 →

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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 →

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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 →

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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 →

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