Everyday Hubris and Quotidian Victories: it's all Greek to me!

I suppose Playing in the Last Quarter is no so different than playing in any other Quarter .... losses and victories.

Fourth Quarter Hubris comes in many forms. I, this weekend, discovered a particular form. A grown child calls with a leaky bathroom faucet on a pedestal sink. For the uninitiated ... a pedestal sink is one in which the plumbing -- in all its grand connections -- has been hidden from sight ... oh! and from reach. Hubris is well described by the old guy jumping into his roadster with a bag of tools in order to make it impossible, perhaps, to ever get into that roadster, again? Balance, harmony, sanity and the Greek's sophrosune takes the more elegant form of giving your grown up child the name of a plumber.

Oh, my aching back.

There are, however, daily victories. Each day, as I make my pear-orange-lemon-apple-spinach-celery-cucumber-pepper juice, I peel the lemon to keep the bitterness of the rind out of my couple of quarts of juice that will follow me through the day. I've become so much more proficient in not repeatedly dropping the lemond as I'm stripping it down ... and neither dropping the cucumber nor the pear as it loses its skin.

Ah, Howard! Savor the small victories and give up plumbing and you'll get to drive with M ... with the top down on sunny Autumnal days ... without crying in pain!