Semi-Daily Scribbles

I don't like the saying, "Safe as houses." Houses hide secrets in crawlspaces. They creak, and moan, and demand a ransom before they'll leave me alone. They shift on their foundations, too. Pieces big and small blow off in windstorms, or blow up when I plug in the back up freezer in the garage. Houses are also homes to non-human inhabitants. I spy a brown recluse in the corner. I hear voles constructing their nest in the walls. Sugar ants stay in step as they march all over my muesli. Unsettling structures, houses. They live their own lives with no concern for my safety.