Tag Archives: life

Disbursal

“For some weeks now I have been engaged in disbursing the contents of this apartment, trying to persuade hundreds of inanimate objects to scatter and leave me alone.  It is not a simple matter. I am impressed by the reluctance … Continue reading

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Being, not doing

de·com·pres·sion dēkəmˈpreSH(ə)n/ noun a release of compressing forces   The door to my bedroom in the house where I grew up was at the top of the stairs.  My window faced the street.  In summer, the first light of morning … Continue reading

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Letter to Dad

“It’s these short tidbits that help me connect the many disconnected dots within the world that comprised my mom and dad.”  * * * Fathers Day, 2017 Dad, In my earliest memories, you are there.  I felt your presence in … Continue reading

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Who I was, who I am now

It happened again this morning. Something, some reference in the book I am reading sent me into one of the parts of the house given solely to utilitarian purposes.  The rafters above the garage are such a place, occupied with … Continue reading

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Impermanence

This house of ours, a small hip-roof ranch style built in 1953, is one of the newer houses on this street. The front, reflecting the style of that time, is covered in Roman brick.  Narrower and wider than the red … Continue reading

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Slower

Jeni was almost healed from the surgery when another was needed, an unexpected consequence of the first.  And so the cycle began again; surgery, hospitalization, discharge, a long stretch of healing at home.  She returned to cycles of pain meds … Continue reading

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Work

The west end of Market Street is where the street-front retail businesses finally run out.  Along the four lane street, now narrowed to only two, retail gives way to residence. It is at this point of transition where four-story brick … Continue reading

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