Leveling. I pretty much started off with the usual; wall hangings and pictures. Yet I’ve been know to move on toward even darker places, thanks to this mental health challenge that’s just not discussed enough.
So I got a leveling app on my cell. Like the one where the green bubble grants its approval of the leveling status of a picture.
Every morning I grab my cell phone and give the house a brisk brush through, just in case something unleveled itself overnight. Thank god I don’t live in an earthquake prone area. Extra strength Xanax.
I started leveling my driveway, the front porch and entry walk. And just when I thought I couldn’t place any lower in the leveling losers club, I go a 50% off Windex subscription.
I lamented and hobbled uselessly through this abhorrent smudge factory. How out of touch was I?
How did I dare spend 60+ years before catching onto these unsightly markings on windows and mirrors. Even the countertops, and doggie nose prints on the inside of your hatch. I’m still in my pajamas at noon, armed with a spray bottle and a roll of paper towels.
I know I can’t keep up with this obsession. It’s taxing, yet I can’t imagine abandoning the mission either.
Now I do have an antique oval frame and another gold leafed circular frame.
No need to level. Is this the savior I seek?
Dear God of unsustainable people: Pray that my past will secure my future.
And I should go to church more often, but I’m exhausted after doing my rounds Sunday AM. I need help.