No truth to creature of habit comment


Reaching up to touch my left earlobe, I discovered that I had lost my earring. “How do you know you lost it?,” asked my husband. “Maybe you just forgot to put it on this morning.”

Who was that asking that stupid question? Was it the man with whom I celebrated over a half of a century of marriage?

Of course I put it on this morning, I told him.

“If I hadn’t put on my left earring, I’d wouldn’t be wearing my right. I always put on my left first. It’s just the way things are done.? Does he pay no attention?

He looked puzzled but it wasn’t the first time.

I did try to explain.

It’s like putting on a pair of jeans,” I explained. “Don’t you always put your right leg in first, then your right? If I don’t to it that way, I feel like a human pretzel and fall over.”

His eyes were glazing over.

I tried again.

It’s like going to the grocery stored and starting on the wrong side. I’d never complete my list if I picked up milk before my carrots. I told him.

“You never complete your list, anyway,” he countered. “We always forget something and have to go back to the store, usually more than once.”

“You aren’t sticking to the discussion,” I said.

“You are so a creature of habit,” he said with a slight hint of superiority. “You have taken all the spontaneity out of your life.”

Me, a creature of habit. Just because I can’t put on my eye makeup before I apply my blush or can’t talk coherently on the phone if the receiver is at my right ear instead of my left or write the end of my column before I have the beginning just the way I want it.

I can be spontaneous, but not before I have my cup of green tea, first a teaspoon of honey, then a tablespoon of half-and-half and finally the tea that has been brewed for four minutes and 32 seconds.


Joyce Ore

Joyce Ore writes delightful stories about life with a dose of humor and sprinkle of nostalgia. Her column appears Saturday in the Tribune.

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