injaynesworld we like things to go "According To Plan"

I woke up to wind today.  Not just a breeze, but the real howling type.  I hate the wind.  It messes with my mind, and does untold damage to my coif.  I can take any type of weather, but the wind.   It truly makes me uneasy.  I like order in my world, predictability.  I’m not one who appreciates surprises of any sort.  Why would a friend casually ask you to stop by to help her hang curtains, fully knowing you would show up in dirty jeans and a hoody, with greasy hair and no makeup only to have 30 people, dressed in their finest, each one armed with a camera, pop out and yell “Surprise!”   Why would anyone think that would be appreciated?

I’m a planner.  And I like to stick to the plans I’ve made.  Spontaneity and adventure are not my friends.  I have dinner at a certain time.  I watch certain TV shows and I go to bed at a certain time.  I don’t even like to go out after dark.  In my defense, I have a bit of night blindness that makes driving at night something of an adventure and there’s that word again that I like to avoid.   Oddly, and completely contradictory to my disdain for any unplanned event, is the sport that is my life’s passion which is riding and, most of all, jumping horses.  Yes, I actually get on the back of a 1200-pound horse, canter down to a fence and over we go, most of the time.  There have been a few times when I’ve been the only one to go over, definitely an unplanned event, but still I continue to do it.   Go figure. 

Tonight, I’m moving out of my comfort zone.  I’m going to a 9:00 o’clock showing of “This Is It,” the Michael Jackson film.   That is the only time it’s playing and I really want to see it, but I wasn’t going to go because, well, it’s dark at 9:00 o’clock, and by then I’m usually on my third glass of wine, drifting toward my jammies, and thoroughly settled in.  But a friend of mine wants to see it, too, and to goad me into going with her she called me “an old biddy.”   Then she apologized, but she’s right.  I am “an old biddy,” and you really have to stick dynamite up my ass to blast me out of my routine.   So tonight I’m breakin’ out, baby.  I’m riskin’ it big time.  I’m going to a 9:00 o’clock movie.  

Unless it’s windy.