Category Archives: Home

Vanity

Posted on May 30, 2019 by sputterpub

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

Posted on May 27, 2019 by sputterpub

  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

Posted on May 21, 2019 by sputterpub

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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A Season Off

Posted on May 16, 2019 by sputterpub

It’s eerie how contented I feel now, expecting and anticipating stress removing my home comforts, but somehow while sleeping, eating, exercising less I’m feeling satisfied, beyond reproach, relaunched, exploring other neighborhoods, as if I’d found a skeptic-burning coach to challenge … Continue reading →

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Sabbatical 2019

Posted on May 13, 2019 by sputterpub

I get some leisure time 2 days a week and weekends too; I have since I retired. It used to be to read or smoke, I’d sneak a quarter hour from the work required by kids and clients, husband, mother, … Continue reading →

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Enervation

Posted on May 9, 2019 by sputterpub

I’m suddenly too tired to be smart in spite of all the coffee I’ve imbibed. I feel too weak and vigorless to start a project half as big as mine’s described. Like when I drank too much, at 34, and … Continue reading →

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Discombobulation

Posted on May 7, 2019 by sputterpub

The discombobulation hasn’t stopped. I’m 3 weeks out of house and not too fussed, but try as I’m attempting to adopt new customs, I keep failing to adjust. I’m looking for the toilet paper wrong. I’m antsy missing in-home exercise. … Continue reading →

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Well and Homeless

Posted on May 2, 2019 by sputterpub

I’m homeless now — I’m sheltered by a friend and family, although my fortune’s fine. My cottage needs repair. I’m set to spend a fair amount pursuing new design: improving or replacing most its parts, updating goods for more utility … Continue reading →

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Interruption

Posted on February 4, 2019 by sputterpub

Life interruption: cottage remodel moves me away from this blog (regular posts will resume in about 3 months)

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Three Middle Days

Posted on November 12, 2018 by sputterpub

My sojourn was symmetrical – 10 days, with 3 midway devoted to full rest. I sank my homing talons in a ways, and drew renewal from my private nest. I sat, I thought, I showered and I read. I dallied … Continue reading →

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