Worth Ethic

Many years ago, I wrote a novel on personal value. The title, “Worth Ethic”, was a nifty word play, an obvious replacement of the word work with worth. Because I haven’t looked at the book since I finished it, I can’t recall very much about the plot or the characters. It doesn’t matter though. There is a reason first novels are meant to be hidden.

 

 

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Homo heliotropus

I got caught in a lop-sided game of freeze tag a couple of weeks ago. Unfortunately, I was disadvantaged by a combination of Irish heritage and too many formative years of unprotected sun exposure. Because my opponent was a dermatologist with a spray can of liquid nitrogen, I didn’t stand a chance. The final score was 12 to zero.

 

 

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The Richness of Routines

I’m relearning how to brush my teeth. It’s not that I have bad technique; the brush is electric and, if I move it around to the right sections of my mouth, it does a pretty good job. What I’m working on is something more important than technique – attitude. Perspective. Put simply, my mental mindset for tooth brushing is poor. I find the twice daily ritual boring. It has become a chore.

 

 

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