My sister had a quirky friend who was trying to describe where something was in a nearby town. It was next to the “Oddfellows’ Hall” but she didn’t really know about them and said that the place was “next to the Oddballs’ Hall”.

I always felt like I should belong to an organization called “Oddballs”.

This week the Monday Fox asked:
“Do you have any habits that your family or friends consider odd?”

“NORMAL” is a word that has never been used to describe me at any time in my life.

Ideas, boy, do I have ideas that some consider odd.

My tastes, also some consider odd.

Habits, well, as the Wednesday Fox asked her husband, I asked mine; he couldn’t or wouldn’t come up with anything. He was either avoiding a fight or he’s Harry Potter to my Dumbledore when Harry was asked if he was wondering why Dumbledore did something. Harry replied, “At this point, sir, I just kind of go with it.”

We’ve been married for 39 ½ years; he’s just going with it.

I just read that Angie mentioned doing accents in her post yesterday. I used to do accents all the time and voices, especially when I read stories to kids. Noone here understands that and so I have stopped, except to some family members. I still have trouble NOT doing accents if I listen to anyone speaking with an accent for any length of time.It’s a quirk, one that I have had to fight all of my life.

(It’s one of the oddities, I suppose, that The Husband just ‘goes with’. He listens to my voices and accents!)

I just put a number of otherwise disposable plastic containers in my garage. Some of the family think that this is odd. The problem is that when I send food items to others, I never get my containers back. One relative who does return my containers bemoans the hardship of it. The person would not even take things that I made for them because, oh-my-gosh, even with the fact that they have a dishwasher and are coming back anyway, it’s just too hard to return the containers. I say “Keep them”. No, they won’t. “OK, here’s an empty sour cream container and a plastic bin from spinach, happy now?” Yes, they are.

My mother, who gave away more Corningware and really good dishes than you could ever believe to make her food as presentable as possible, must be tearing her hair out from Beyond.

I used to be a packrat. I went down to ‘keeper’. I guess that I am now a packrat again. Honestly, with all that is going on in the world, I am afraid of shortages. When things settle down, the dump and St. Vincent’s will get a windfall from me. They are getting annoyed with me. (These are people who have things in containers that have not been gone through for years.)

I spend a lot of time at the computer. I write. I play, but mostly when I am there I interact with people, or I put on a podcast while I am doing other things around the house. I get in a lot of audiobooks and otherwise useful information, but they all get annoyed when I am not able to immediately hear or drop when is on.
I find it odd that they find it odd.

One big thing is that I am not someone who can hang around in their nightclothes. I get up and get dressed. Even when I am quite ill or recovering from surgeries or procedures, I have loungewear, which is not my nightwear, and I change into that. Family members tell me not to bother. It’s a bother to me not to bother.

So, you’ll never catch me at Walmart in pajama bottoms!

(Have you heard Lawrence Brown on YouTube do “Lost in the Pond”? He’s an Englishman who lives in the U.S. and expounds on the differences between the people and the countries. He is terribly funny. The other night I saw him talking about people going to the store in their ‘jammies’. He said of the English going to the store, “We may not dress in our Sunday best, but at least we make an effort!”

I always make an effort. That bugs people, too. I will not dress rattily and go out. I ran to the store for something quickly once and was horrified to realize that I was in a sweatshirt, and w I seldom wear those even at home. Another older ‘Brought-in’ looked at me and said, “I was at that game!” The shirt was a commemorative one from a long-past Superbowl. (At least I had that going for me.)

I like things to be clean. I have covers over all the furniture and fuss at anyone who dares to sit on a bed that has not had its bedspread put on, (and I wash those regularly).
I am a laundry freak.

I like to go grocery shopping. I like to see what’s new. I like to get inspired. I go to specialty shops even when I can’t afford much there just to see what is exciting.
(Yes, I said exciting.)

I like to cook. They are glad that I do, but people can’t understand that I find it creative and relaxing. No one could understand why I was not upset after being in a bakery, commercial kitchen, or personal home cooking all day that The Husband, when he was off work, did not have dinner waiting for me. Cooking in my own kitchen was relaxing, and when I could not cook what I wanted at some jobs, I could at home. (Now, if he had only cleaned more, but I digress.)

The only other thing that comes to mind is that I like rain. I like to watch rain, I like to watch storms. I don’t mind being out in the rain or even driving in it, as long as it isn’t torrential and I can’t see, (or fear that others can’t.)

It rained like we were under a waterfall about two weeks ago and I loved it…from inside my house, of course.

I probably have more, but there is a lot going on in my life.

How do you feel about rain?

Do you hang around in your PJs or nighties?

Are cooking or shopping chores for you?


About Tonette Joyce

Tonette was a once-fledgling lyricists-bookkeeper, turned cook/baker/restaurateur and is now exploring different writing venues,(with a stage play recently completed). She has had poetry and nonfiction articles published in the last few years. Tonette has been married to her only serious boyfriend for more than thirty years and she is, as one person described her, family-oriented almost to a fault. Never mind how others have described her, she is,(shall we say), a sometime traditionalist of eclectic tastes.She has another blog : "Tonette Joyce:Food,Friends,Family" here at WordPress.She and guests share tips and recipes for easy entertaining and helps people to be ready for almost anything.
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9 Responses to ODDBALLS’ HALL

  1. Jeff Salter says:

    When I get up in the morning, I don’t “dress up” (like I’d be going anywhere), but I do put on some cargo shorts (summer) or fleece pants (winter). And depending in the temperature, I’ll wear another shirt atop my t-shirt. That’s not what I’d wear if I went on any errand, but it’s comfortable for being home (which is where I am most of each day) and to answer the door when somebody delivers something.
    I do NOT enjoy cooking… though I can put a few meals together when I have to. I don’t mind loading the dishwasher whenever it’s empty [I posted a bit about that yesterday] because I make it into a game of organization and counting.
    I love VIEWING a light rain from our porch, but I don’t like being IN rain (of any intensity). The rain amplifies the driving faults of too many bad drivers and I don’t want to be on the road with them. Even a very light rain can make a road slick and here come the drivers that act like their brakes still function exactly as well as they did on the dry road yesterday. News flash: they don’t.

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  2. Patricia Kiyono says:

    Interesting list. In answer to your questions:
    I don’t mind rain as long as I’m indoors.
    I don’t hang around in my pajamas, except maybe after 11 pm.
    I don’t mind shopping as long as I’m looking for something specific. I don’t enjoy shopping just for the sake of shopping. I don’t mind cooking, but if I’m hungry, I’m more likely to eat whatever is available.

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  3. trishafaye says:

    No jammies in the day here either. But, like you, I have my ‘house clothes’. Comfy clothes that if they end up with little pokey holes from cat claws I don’t mind. But no, even these ‘house clothes’ don’t go to the store or into public. (Horrors!)
    And storms. Oh yes! The more thunder and lightening the better. I can’t count how many hours I’ve spent on the front porch just watching and enjoying a fierce storm. I blame my dad for that. He always enjoyed thunderstorms and I think I got my love of them from him.
    “Just going with it” I LOVE that! I think in this house it happens on both ends. We each ‘just go with it’ LOL
    The cooking…I’ll let you do that. I used to enjoy it, but now….ehhh.

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  4. Elaine Cantrell says:

    I have to force myself to get dressed. It pleases me no end not to get dressed until lunch time. Shopping is mainly a chore to me until I get there. Then it’s usually ok. As far as rain is concerned, I love a good storm! Unless there’s lightening I’ve been known to go outside to see them better. Under cover of course. I don’t like to get soaked.

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  5. Like you I love the rain. There’s just something about it that calms the soul.
    I will not go out of my house in pajamas. I remember one time when Wyatt was about three we were at the store and a gentleman was in front of us wearing his pajamas. Wyatt very loudly questioned “Why is he wearing his jammies in public? Jammies are for home.” That man gave me a dirty look, I just smiled and told Wyatt that some people wear them out of the house.

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  6. You gave him the right idea. Golly, It’s amazing what they wear.In fact, I’d rather see jammies than a lot of other clothing, or lack thereof.

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