Gravity

Welcome to the last week of CASP’s April Arts Marathon!

This morning I noticed a huge storage shelf unit collapsed in our basement. Wow. Stunning. It must have happened when we were walking dogs because surely that made a lot of noise and probably rumbled the house. As it is, there are no witnesses. No one barked. It’s just a gravity party in many, many parts.

Out of all of the fun things in my house, I’m trying not to judge here, gravity could have pulled down funner stuff than winter accessories and canning supplies. What does gravity want anyways? Is gravity tired of holding it together? Does it sometimes want to be a little less reliable? Am I taking it for granted? What is the end goal here: Black Hole? Just asking… Gravity — I see you. (And it didn’t hurt that you made a mess in order for me to notice).

In any case, I am frequently grateful for gravity. With all of the things I drop it’s nice to have to look for it in only one direction. I’d truly hate to be in outer space with my things floating around. The reliability of “it’s right where you left it” is something I give thanks for every day, even if I can’t remember where I left it.

And yet, even with all of this appreciation, Gravity has also tried to kill me on many occasions. I’m glad it pulled down a storage shelf instead of me today. I guess our relationship is improving, but I still ask myself what I did to make gravity so angry and needy? And what the heck can I do about it?

In any case, the times gravity has not tried to kill me still outweigh the times it has, by a lot. We’re still playing on the possible, positive side of the ledger!