Old Habits

The chat with the Geriatric Psych dude who met with Mom yesterday, and subsequent reflection upon said chat, brought about that battered phrase regarding learned behaviors and the difficulty of removing them. Not just Mom's. I've my own box of habits, as most humans do, and not all of them the greatest things. The One Room project stems from the habit of keeping. There's the habit of putting things off, which explains why I miss bill deadlines or sticking that dang needle into the zone of the day or not posting as frequently as I could. Lori (the PT), the MS clinic, and Dr. Mike are all in line behind the family in urging me to lose the tobacco habit. These habits are among those I have that I am willing to work at removing. This time of year, however, brings out another habit which I enjoy, although it does tend to get the mood swings going. Let's just sad that "Madness" is appropriate in some cases.

Yep, it's time for the NCAA Men's Basketball Tournament.

For as long as I can recall, I've loved basketball and loved to pick the tourney. Even the Mrs. gets into things this time of year, although for her it is mostly the watching and rooting. I average about 75-80% correct picks, which explains why bets don't enter the picture for me. Granted, I have participated in a few "office pools" with little return on my investment, but I think sports is too volatile a thing to risk reducing available funds. For me, it's about the bragging rights and verifying the coach instincts. In fact, one thing I miss the most is coaching, which explains just a bit of the sadness that hangs in the air. Still, the fun of watching the underdog win at the last second, even if I picked the higher seed, pushes away most of the negative emotions. Anyone who picked Duke this year knows what I mean. Wait, I picked Duke.

Oh, well.

As of this writing, I am 10 of 16, which pretty much means I blew it this year, although only one of my Sweet 16 is gone. Also as of this writing, I am only relisting things on eBay, and slowly making space in the house for the things that are cluttering up the guest room. I expect that come Monday I will be locking myself in the guest room with the goal of taking pictures of stuff to sell and getting things back to working order before the next round of basketball. By the way, for those who care, I look forward to watching Coach Roy take on his old program in the finals.