Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt.
What is this fascination we have with measuring everything? I mean, I can understand why kids want to be measured as they grow. It’s proof that they’re becoming not-little-kids anymore, and they get all excited when they top Mom or Dad. That’s just fun.
What I don’t understand is why the nurse at my doctor’s office insists on weighing and measuring me. Every. Single. Time. My top height was 5’1 1/4″ and it’s not getting better. In fact, I’ve lost a couple of inches. So instead of rubbing it in, why can’t the nurse just put “SHORT” at the top of her chart? Works for me.
Cooking. I’ve always needed to measure when I’m baking. I can’t just put a handful of this and a few drops of that into a bowl and hope it will turn into something delicious. So I measure. Cooking, however, is a little different. It’s pretty hard to ruin a casserole, a stew, a pot roast. Experience tells you what works and what doesn’t. As a newly-wed, I measured everything. Not any more. And most of the time, things turn out just fine.
My handyman husband often walks around with a huge orange tape measure hooked to his belt or hanging off the handle of his tool bucket. He loves tape measures. He has a big yellow one, too, but he says he can see the orange one better. We also have a draw full of old wooden rulers, and his collection of plastic gizmos that measure angles and stuff is pretty impressive. He loves any tool that has more than one use, so the plastic dealies please him. Immensely.
In my own world, I have lots of different tools for measuring, as well, Kitchen stuff. Sewing and quilting stuff. Knitting and crocheting stuff. I learned quickly that if you don’t check your gage when knitting, you’re going to end up with a ridiculous piece of work.
Okay. I guess I’ve answered my own question. Measure is important. We measure heat and cold, temperature, blood pressure, and all sorts of other things that keep us safe and healthy. Good. Now I can think about something else 🙂