Twists & Turns

writings from the universe next door

Category: houses

  • Fall in Winter

    Fall in Winter

    Deconstruction continued…. We spent Chanukah and Christmas quietly, lighting candles, watching our favorite movies, eating comfort foods, and opening gifts. On New Year’s Eve, we celebrated our 50th wedding anniversary playing games with a couple of friends. The new year rolled in and the contractor came to the conclusion the…

  • Best efforts

    Best efforts

    Deconstruction continued… So much in life is beyond human control. And, those aspects of life within human control will always be subject to human flaws. Everyone messes up, but if they are decent and honest, they will own up to it and bend over backwards to fix it, as our…

  • Eternal Recurrence

    Eternal Recurrence

    Deconstruction continued…. I read Also Sprach Zarathustra because John Gardner’s Mickelsson’s Ghosts—a novel I’ve read numerous times—made references to Friedrich Nietzsche’s book, and eternal recurrence. The idea that we are doomed to relive events in our lives over and over frightens me. I shudder to think of a life of…

  • Half Bad

    Half Bad

    Deconstruction continued…. My head has become a catch-all of details and images from the past two years. Rising to the surface is acomment made by a dear, departed friend and teacher about a glass of wine: “You know how people are always saying that something isn’t half bad? Well this…

  • How Many months?

    How Many months?

    Deconstruction continued…. With the wiring in, the trench had to be repaired, or, shall I say, covered. The fix was to attach new sheet rock over the old plaster ceiling, not an easy job as the powder room is the size of a narrow closet with deep inaccessible space. The…

  • Big ugly scary bug

    Big ugly scary bug

    Deconstruction continued…. Something like this was hanging around our front porch yesterday. Every year toward summer’s end, a large nasty-looking creature appears in that location. Last year it was a giant bright green grasshopper, clinging to the front storm door, daring me to open it. I didn’t. I stayed inside,…