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Nobody knows how we got to
The top of the hill
But since we're on our way down
We might as well enjoy the ride

When you look at life this way, how could you possibly tolerate "policies" in your home. Policies belong in the UN. Policies belong at the stock exchange. Policies belong where chaos will result without them. But in my own home?

•Will chaos result if I leave the windows down when I park the car in the driveway? A fly might get in, or a lady bug, but I don't think I'll trigger Armegeddon.

•I won't be firing the first shot of WW3 if I don't put the car keys in what we call "the special papers cabinet" so that the next person won't have to hunt for them. If they aren't in the SPC, they're surely somewhere on the kitchen counter, right out in the open, or maybe under the stack of mail.

•If kittie cat Tiger sits on the desk in the kitchen hoping I'll notice his empty bowl, we won't default on the mortgage.

•If same kittie cat Tiger drinks out of the bathroom sink, the world won't plunge into a fuel shortage reminiscent of the 70s.

•If I wear denim on the top, say in jacket form, even though every one knows that denim belongs on the bottom, a sink hole won't consume the front yard.

Today, in protest of household policies, I will leave the porch door open this morning, possibly air-conditioning the whole outside. I'll leave the garage door open so the neighbors can see that we aren't tidy people, as if they couldn't already tell from the crop of weeds by the pool gate. I'll even leave the TV on in the other room, even though no one will be in there for hours. And I'll leave some shoes in every room, just in case I might want to wear them as I pass through.

There are so many rules and policies we can't avoid, why not let up a little in the house that is supposed to offer sanctuary.

Sliding down
Gliding down
Try not to try too hard
It's just a lovely ride

Comments

Ms Mac said…
Good point. I hope your day goes well.

By the way, I'm not of the school who doesn't believe in denim on top. I like denim on top, as long as denim isn't worn top and bottom simultaneously. Just a teeny tny fashion policy is allowed today, no?

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