Unless getting up in the morning counts, I don’t really do much that scares me. It’s very easy to fall into a comfort zone and not take many chances. I like my routine and have become a creature of habit as years stack up behind me.
The other day I had to fill out my birthday on a website. It took me thirty seven minutes to scroll to the year of my birth. How did they stack up so quickly? Maybe these date scrollers can start with 1972? Why does anyone born after 1973 need AARP?
Hot giardiniera scares me… once upon a time I’d eat it out of the jar. Now when the guy asks me what kind of peppers I want on my combo I stutter with fright….
“Ummmm, aaaaaah, I I I I? Hot giardiniera please!”
Tonight I’m gonna wake up every time I roll over. I gotta remember to have the “Alka Seltzer” on the nightstand and the “Dude wipes” near the crapper.
My wiping baby butt era of 2006-2016 showed me the importance of placing the extra baby wipes by dads toilet. How did I survive the nineties without the soothing swipe of a baby wipe? Especially after a late night Maxwell Street Polish!
Maybe I’ll make my 2023 New Years Amendment, “Do one thing every day that scares you.” I can start by taking my ex mother in law to lunch in January? I’ll change the brand of underwear that I’ve bought since the Reagan years? Maybe take a new path to work? I’ll finally go to a soul food restaurant in Hyde Park?
Oh 2023 looks scary already and we still have the economy, a war and the mayoral election to deal with.
Well if we are going to start doing something scary everyday, Halloween is the day.
I pulled todays quote from the Mary Schmich essay in the “Trib” from 1997, “Advice, Like Youth, Probably Just Wasted on the Young,”
Did you talk with someone who thinks your special over the weekend? I give you one chore to do… feel Mo Betta’