Do you think we are creatures of habit?
I have noticed myself doing things that make no sense at all to me here in 2016. Stuff that should be long gone.
The other day when about to make a phone call from our land line at home (yes, we still have one), I caught myself picking up the phone and listening before dialing the number. Where do you suppose that comes from? I'd bet some will know.
When I was a kid, our phone line at home was a party line. Our telephone number was “1025 R.” We shared the line with “1025,” which was the number for one of the busiest bodies imaginable in our little community. When our special ringtone rang, we were pretty certain that “our neighbor” was timing her click on the receiver very precisely — a detectible click, nonetheless.
“Watch what you say,” came the little warning from a voice nearby.
Now why the heck do you suppose I have held on to that after all these years?
“Old habits die hard,” I believe is the saying. Well here's another one that is dying hard.
I open doors for women. A habit that all but cost me my life in the early '70s in New York City. It's what I was taught to do. The woman for whom I opened a door, back then, cleaned my clock. I apologized and she did not. It just about broke me of the habit. I became more careful with this practice but expanded my gesture to opening doors for men as well. That's another story.
I also have a habit of making photographs with a crooked horizon line. I tried to straighten that out in time for this week's photo. No harm, no foul.