I think everyone has a go-to thing for whatever situation comes up. I have them, and as compulsive as it seems (c’mon Rootie! Show some IMAGINATION! Where’s your
spontinaet sponteniet darn it…”the act of being spontaneous”)
Well, if you haven’t learned anything about me YET, know this…I am a creature of habit, and once I find something I really like, that works well, I am loathe to replace it, to branch out and find something else that might be better because, DARNIT, I am COMFORTABLE with what works.
Like tacos. Let’s say it’s 7pm on Sunday night, and #4 has just been dropped at church for youth group, which lasts until 8:30. Let’s say because it’s Sunday,nothing has been cooked all day,that whole “Sabbath Day Of Rest” thing is taken very seriously, and that includes not cooking. There is nothing restful about having to prepare 3 meals and set the table and rush rush because it’s 1pm when we get home from church and everyone is starving. it’s much nicer to throw up the hands and just say ‘you’re on your own, I’m taking the day off’ So, may Sunday evenings, while #4 is at youth group, Terry will say “lets go get tacos” and El Sombrero will benefit from this. Besides, you can get 3 lovely tacos for $4, and all the chips and salsa you want. For less than $10, we get tasty food. Do I ever say “Let’s go to Sonic and get a burger” or “Gosh I’d love some chicken strips from GoodBirds”? No. Tacos from El Som. Every time.
Then there’s the nail polish. I like to keep my toenails pretty in the summer, because of sandals. It’s really the only region of vanity on this body. And there is, yes,a go-to nail polish color. Because I know it works. “Wood Violet” which is actually not a violet at all, not even remotely, but more like a muted creamed cranberry. It’s pretty and I like it. Not long ago a 13 yr old friend gifted me with a bottle of cobalt blue nail polish, and WOAH talk about outside my comfort zone but I kinda love it!
I shop from 2 clothing catalogs, eat the same thing at familiar restaurants (why risk getting something you don’t like, having to pay for it, etc? We eat out so seldom I don’t see any reason to NOT get something I know I like!), wear the same brand of shoes, use the same brand of teabags, peanut butter, movie director (tho that’s changing,since getting Netflix and not haing to spend extra money on a movie I might not like). I read the same authors (even tho it doesn’t cost a penny to read a different one…I hate the thought of wasting time on a bad book).
When we go to Atlanta, there’s no “Let’s see what’s in Buckhead!” no…it’s lunch at the Oriental Pearl (DIM SUM!!), then a visit to the Asian Market in Chamblee, with it’s indecipherable sauces and myriad noodles and occasional keffir lime leaves, then on to The Dekalb Farmer’s Market for CHEEEEEEESE, Gromit!,
and Atlanta’s an enormous place with much to offer beyond Dim Sum and Cheeeeese, but I know what’s where and other than an occasional foray into Little Five Points where Terry and I stick out like aliens from Andromeda (LFP is…shall we say, where the Alternative Types hang out, and not being Alternative, we wind up being VERY Alternative in that venue),but that only happens if we’re both feeling Brave.
So ok, maybe I am turning into one of these people who always eats pork chops on Tuesday, well not really, because reality is there is rarely a repeated recipe in this household, food being one area where adventure happens (unless it’s Sunday), but you know what I mean…if it works why change it? If it’s comfortable,why risk discomfort?