Maybe it's time we shook things up a bit.
Note to readers: While the “Community Blogging Network” page on the new crookstontimes.com remains “in development,” we’ve asked some of our bloggers to submit their latest posts to us for publication in our print edition. Here is a post from Margaret Unruh’s “A Life Less Ordinary, Lived in the Everyday” blog.
During car excursions (defined as any trip with a duration of more than a city block), the members of our family engage in discussions of earthshaking import:
Our last included dialogue outlining the rationale for shaking the milk.
My theory: we do because we always did.
Son was right regarding the modern innovation of homogenization; it should have pretty much negated the reason to shake.
And yet we do it. (Bet I made you think: Am I a shaker or not?)
I am a shaker who married a shaker, and we’ve raised another generation to continue the custom.
I suppose it really doesn’t matter, does it? As noted earlier, the hyper-blending of the particles basically renders separation impossible. We aren’t likely to gulp a serving of cream anytime soon—unless we don’t notice the word cream printed on the little carton in our hand. It doesn’t hurt anything to bounce the milk container up and down a few times; it’s just futile.
Potential another-day travel conversations may tout the benefits of shaking the juice bottle and other bottles that warn Shake before Using.
It may even be safe to say that we do these vessel wiggles because the labels tell us to!
Or is it simply that the mix-it-up action—real or perceived—is just something we do without thinking?
What else do we do without forethought or now-thought, without the guidance of foresight? There’s the crux of it, isn’t it? Our everyday tasks are often accomplished on auto-pilot. We do things the way we’ve been taught, the way we’ve been shown, the way we’ve fallen into the habit of doing.
Maybe it’s time to shake things up a little.