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a little carpentry

My sons came home to help my arthritic shoulders raise high the roof (read: install a new ceiling in the upstairs bathroom). The old ceiling has been flaky: paint and plaster falling like errant snow. The word “help” is relative: … Continue reading

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After the grandchildren leave— and I am certain the same was true when their parents were their age— our carpets, in fact, all horizontal surfaces, are littered—nay, saturated— with what could be confetti, but is more likely small visible bits … Continue reading

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