Barbara J. Hamby

How Hard it is to Change a Custom

For the first few years I wrote this blog, I managed to come up with a topic every day, sometimes on the spur of the moment. Lately I’ve been posting every other day and I often start one or two a few days ahead of time so I won’t have to think up something at the last minute.

This week I set up two titles ahead of time. The first one I posted on Friday the 9th. The second is the title above. I saved it on a Word document several days ago and now I can’t remember what I had I mind when I put it there. That will teach me.

I should have written a sentence or two to remind me where I was going with this idea. Maybe when I go to bed tonight I’ll try to program my brain to dream about this title and remind me what it means. I’m certainly tired of dreaming about working days, especially crisis conditions such as having no equipment to work with or not knowing what I’m supposed to be doing. I lived with those actual situations for at least half of my life. I don’t need to be reminded of those days.

A facetious example of a changed custom might be how I deal with my fingernails. For most of my life I never indulged in what I considered the frivolous habit of getting manicures and/or pedicures. Since I’ve been swimming regularly, I discovered the pool or hot tub chemicals destroy nails. My fingernails split and refused to grow. Recently I learned about a gel manicure procedure that was reported to survive the chemicals in the pool and hot tub water and encourage nails to grow. I’ve been getting those manicures for the last couple of months.

This morning the tiny Asian woman who did my nails persuaded me to try a rose colored polish sprinkled with glitter. I’m trying to get used to the sparkle, in comparison to the more conservative light pink nails I’ve been wearing. I haven’t yet, and probably won’t succumb to getting pedicures. I don’t think my very large ugly feet are worth the investment of time and dollars.

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