Category Archives: Home

Misplacements

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

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Yellow Roses

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

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Absence of Outhouse

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

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The Redwood Deck

My cottage is a single room. Across a deck and rocky spot my office shed was built. The wood went soft; the stones grew moss; I opted to replace them both. Instead of mixing media or using stone for every … Continue reading

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Kept

I live in one large room. I don’t own much. Remodeling required me to go, before and after moving items. Such it was, I had at least two prompts to throw away what I no longer use, reserve my space … Continue reading

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The Sink

The kitchen counter I selected was of Corian, with integrated sink. I chose it over stone or tile, cause I liked the jointless look. It made me think it wouldn’t grow a gap or spring a leak. Its seamless surface … Continue reading

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Dishwasher

I have to test the dishwasher – so much has been delivered damaged or installed with leak, without a level, or with such a gap I can’t ignore. I’m not appalled, upset; it’s not a shock or a surprise that … Continue reading

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Vanity

My vanity is asymmetrical. No matter where I look there’s something wrong: geometry, the knobs I have to pull, the faucet taps, and how it takes too long to feel its water warm into my palm. Its crooked bottom edge … Continue reading

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TYVM

  I visited my cottage yesterday. I saw the shape of bathroom, kitchen, shed, selected tones of grout, forgot to stay to dump the mail, and caught a lift instead to this my temporary lodging place, supplied without a deadline … Continue reading

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Calluses

I’m six weeks homeless though I have a bed. A dear companion chose to shelter me throughout my big remodel. So instead of customed comforts, naked privacy, and writing space, I watch her TV shows and talk at times I … Continue reading

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