I'm not sure if I'm getting older and wiser or just older and weirder.
I was heading out yesterday - trying to hurry. Got dressed (always a good thing), grabbed some yogurt so that I had something in my stomach (that's the way I attempt to keep from impulse-buying 473 candy bars while out and around) - and was almost out the door...
when I turned the yogurt container upside down to check if it was recyclable. This was while I was still eating the yogurt (indeed, had only begun to eat it). And yogurt, in case you don't know, is one of those not-quite-liquid-but-not-solid-either kind of things.
And I did mention that I was dressed, right? I had on my favorite silk scarf (it was cold, my throat was sore and flu germs abound) - which became my favorite yogurt-coated silk scarf (damn and hell).
In the middle of (gently) wiping yogurt off my scarf I remembered a couple similar experiences from my younger years. These were actually "experiments" (in the very lame-ass-iest sense of the word).
The first (I was in high school) involved wondering why it is that we don't often (or I didn't anyway) breath much (or at least exhale) while eating. Mid-bite into a 10x (powdery) sugar-coated pastry (in a nice restaurant) I decided to try exhaling to see if it mattered, if there was any reason we don't breath normally while biting.
It mattered. My lunch-mate got covered in 10x sugar. Ok, maybe it wasn't that bad, but it wasn't pretty. There was a mess. Of powdery sugar. And I was embarrassed.
Then (this is one that Slightly-Brit was witness to - she does not hesitate to mention it when I discuss experimenting with something that she thinks is not a good idea) there's the one involving the vacuum cleaner.
When I wondered why it is that we're so (or I was/am anyway) "oooh, careful" with the vacuum -- it's not like a lawn mower, it's not going to chop our feet off. The work would go so much faster if I could just swoosh, swoosh and not keep hopping around and out of the way of the darn thing. So what if it goes over my foot. Big fricking deal - so my sock would get cleaner.
Experiment: run the vacuum over my foot - what happens? Lots of yelling, swearing and jumping up and down. Vital information gained: running attachments (long ant-eater nosed thing to get into corners or cracks in upholstery) over your foot is fine - the part with the beater bar is decidedly not fine!
So here's the thing - those earlier "experiments" were undertaken with some forethought. The yogurt experience took place without first forming a hypothesis - I wasn't investigating anything - just acting.
Now is that progress - or something else?