The other day I saw my neighbor sweeping the leaves on their lawn into a dustpan. My initial thought was admittedly an unkind one about obsessive lawn fastidiousness. That thought was quickly followed by the recognition that my disdain for lawn fastidiousness has its roots in a dusty old personal trauma. My third thought was that whatever motivated the apparently bizarre choice, I was ultimately grateful that they weren’t using a leaf blower.
Which is all to say we all make assumptions and decisions no one else will understand. There are too many whirling historical considerations in our heads to always make a clear and direct path of connection between stimulus and response. That’s the gravity of the situation. The levity is that my neighbor was sweeping their lawn with a broom and a dustpan.
This is where weirdness comes in, I think, in that balance between gravity and levity, in knowing what we need might not fit into expectation or business as usual, and in knowing business as usual doesn’t often serve us. So we practice unusual business.
Part of the unusual business we practice at our house is making things for fun, because we value and prioritize fun. If you also like fun, you can grab some of these fun things here and then we will make more fun things. Therein lies the paradox of weirder: the gravity is we’re changing, and the levity is we’re seeking fun. Come along and get weirder with us.