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Cold Stew

My house is cold. A door cannot be closedthat’s been removed today to be restained.There’s sun but it is colder than supposed.My comfort can’t be suitably sustainedunless I sit by fireside, red-nosedand ruddy-cheeked, my temperature maintainedbut not my temper. I’m … Continue reading

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Malodorous

The stink of magic waterproofing struckmy nose as soon as I walked in the door.The dark and rain outside meant I was stuckin ambience unpleasant. To restorethe wall of window doors I’d have to buckdiscomfort, I concluded, but the curewas … Continue reading

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3 PM

At least it’s 3. There won’t be too much more,but right now I’ve got sound insanityas 2 nice fellows work to sand each door.At least it’s 3. They’re both precise and skilled, and I can seetheir workmanship is capable for … Continue reading

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Defect Fix

A shot of how it looked a week beforethis publication, as I wrote these lines,shows detail of the damage to the doorI open least. For years I’ve seen the signsof oak attacked by stormy water’s pour,resisting caulk repair and tape … Continue reading

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Construction Triolet

I’m dwelling in a small construction zone.I had to ask for it; I knew I should.Although I always love to live alone,I’m dwelling in a small construction zone.Disrupted daily, trying not to groan,the work that’s being done is looking good.I’m … Continue reading

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Door Work

The work is needed, but it won’t be funto feel disruption for a month or more,as hinges are removed, and one by one,I have to do without a framed-glass door.Until the reparations are all done,I’ll have more noise and people … Continue reading

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WIP

The waterproofing on the western faceis near completion now. I thought the planinitially was simply to replacesome soggy sills, but talking to the manmy brother recommended, skillful, smart,developed and expanded into new,inside and out – almost a work of artbefore … Continue reading

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King for a Day

There lives a sock monkey with me,handmade once to aid charity.I bought him myselfand he rules from my shelf.He’s now paper-crowned regally.

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Mid Job

The window job is not complete, and won’tbe finished for a half a month or more.My guy is taking off a week I don’tbegrudge, and then he’ll start on every doorwith soggy threshold (sadly, there are four),while staining, trimming, making … Continue reading

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A Garden Gift

In transit to the compost bin to tossthe morning coffee grounds, it caught my eye:a harbinger of coming spring, a glossof blooming foliage 12 inches high.I planted neither seed nor shoot acrossthat space between 2 bushes. I could tryidentifying this … Continue reading

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