Thursday, January 30, 2014

My schedule this morning.  Arise read the scriptures and pray with Mari.  Read the scriptures on my own.  Prepare for exercise and exercise.  Recover from exercise shower and eat breakfast.  Clean up the kitchen and wash dishes.  Submit a revised proposed order relating to my last case.  Move laundry from the washer to the dryer and put bed clothes in the washer.  Do a batch of indexing Italian Birth Records.  Move clothes from the dryer to the laundry basket and place bed clothes in the dryer.  Take the bed clothes from the dryer and make bed.  Fold and put away clothes from the laundry basket.

Oh, one other thing: read an essay by an LDS woman about her marriage and family.  Now, that last item actually came earlier in the order of Things I Did Today and was prompted by a long chain of events that began last evening.  Mari and I met an attorney whose name and firm name sounded familiar.  I eventually figured out that a former partner of mine and I had met with a female associate from that firm.  I seemed to recall the woman's name.  This morning in an attempt to tie up what I viewed as a loose end, I googled the woman's name. 

Lo and behold there she was listed as an attorney.  She was no longer at the same firm, but I had confirmed that the night before.  She apparently was, however, a writer based on some of the links I saw.  One link was to an essay.

The point of the essay (aside from some linguistic showing off) seemed to be that after 20 years of marriage she realized she was not the only one in the marriage who had to make accommodations, her husband also made accommodations and she loved him.  She had been well aware of her own sacrifices (how in the world did I end up doing laundry and dishes?  Why does he get to go to work? Why does he have to be such an entrepreneur rather than have a regular job?), but after 20 years it finally occurred to her that perhaps her husband had made what he considered to be accommodations or sacrifices as well. 

Complaints surrounding the domestic tasks she ended up with were not the principal thrust of her essay (as I say that seemed to be "I guess I really do love my husband even though I am involved in this marriage that is not entirely to my liking") but she voiced those complaints nevertheless.  My own domestic activities this morning kept her complaints in my thoughts.

I was reminded of an essay I read a number of years ago by Theodore Dalrymple entitled "How-and How Not- to Love Mankind"  Dalrymple contrasts the lives and attitudes of two different Russians, Ivan Turgenev and Karl Marx, as means of illustrating two different approaches to thinking of mankind.  He illustrates that Turganev thought of mankind as individuals; he loved and cared for individuals and illustrated that concern in his writings.  Marx considered humanity en masse and claimed love for mankind only in undifferentiated masses.

Since my retirement, I have been very domestic (Mari remarked last evening that it was like having her own maid) and yet have not felt restricted, put upon or demeaned.  In my view the work I have done at home benefits my wife and daughters; it makes their lives easier.  To me that's enough.  Now, maybe I can afford that attitude because I have already spent 30 years out in the world "making a difference" and so have already been fulfilled.  Maybe I will feel differently in 3 or 4 years, but I don't think so. 

The reason Dalrymple's essay came to mind is that I think that the two different ways of loving mankind are everywhere in evidence.  Much of the desire to make a mark on the world is rooted in selfishness, wanting to demonstrate how important one is.  It characteristic of  one who views mankind as an undifferentiated mass to be pushed or pulled in certain directions for its own good regardless of how individuals might feel.  If one abhors certain kinds of work because it is not important enough, demeaning and unworthy that's pride and selfishness talking. 

It is also true that one can dislike certain kinds of work simply because it is boring and lacks any sort of mental challenge or is harmful to the person.  That is a differnt matter entirely.  But to want to be out "making a difference" solely for the sake of making such a difference smacks of self agrandizement. 




Wednesday, January 15, 2014

The Proof in the Pudding

As I noted, I wrote the previous post yesterday and consider the fact that I was somewhat reluctant to publish the post as evidence of the phenomenon I was describing.  The herd instinct is strong in humans and is a partial explanation for why the Lord has commanded us to form a church and meet together often.  It is why like minded people associate together.  Mutual reinforcement helps maintain a consistent world view.   It is very difficult to be a lone voice in the wilderness; I believe few have the strength to act as such a voice.  I certainly don't.

I suppose some would complain that such associations (some might call them echo chambers) lead to closed mindedness.  That certainly may be the case, but being open minded at all times and in all things is not in my view a virtue.  Keeping such an open mind leads to indecision and dithering.  After all if you are always waiting for the next idea to come round in case it may be more attractive you would never get out of bed. 

If you keep an open mind about a truth once you have discovered it either you are not convinced it is a truth, you don't care about the truth or you don't believe in the concept of truth.  If something is true then it is appropriate to close your mind to alternatives different from that truth which by definition are not true.  This is seen as a radical stance I am sure, one which few would support because of rather obvious difficulties.

The key it seems to me is to be very sure that what you consider to be true is actually true, but once you have adopted that stance you can't look back.  It also seems to me that you need to be very careful about what you decide is true.  The extreme (but appropriate) stance towards truth cannot be taken about very many things.  Ideas of politics or science or other earthly pursuits rarely would merit being considered absolute unassailable truths.   

Another Day

Today was much better.  I think I may be getting accustomed to the idea that I don't have to be at work everyday and consequently don't need to feel anxious about not being there.  Today was the most relaxed I have been.

It was a beautiful day to be at home-blue sky, mid forties almost springlike out in the sun.  Some domestic chores aside I enjoyed practicing the piano, studying Spanish and doing some indexing of Italian birth records from the mid 1880's.  That last is slow going because the handwriting is difficult and my Italian very rusty.  I found it interesting that a number of children were reported as being born from a union with an unidentified woman.  My temporal chauvinism is showing I presume.  I thought frequent sexual immorality was a much more modern vice although I am not sure of the origin of that notion.

I suppose it is common to think that one's own era is one of degeneration from some kind of golden (or at least more golden) age.  It is hard to think objectively of the past, obscured as it tends to be by the glow of nostalgia.  Still even with that caveat, I can say without doubt that the acceptance (not to say glorification) of acts once considered beyond the pale has increased dramatically in my lifetime.

The rate of out of wedlock births, for example, stands at about 40% overall and is much higher among certain groups.  Such births are no longer an occasion of mourning or shame; the new acceptance (celebration in some groups) has seen to that.  And most people bid good riddance.  I admit to sympathy for that sentiment; I also cringe at depictions of the treatment of unwed mothers in years gone by.

On the other hand, I understand that children born to single parents are at much higher risk for negative life outcomes than those born to a man and woman married to each other.  Those higher risks will eventually manifest themselves in society at large in the form of decreased productivity as those children grow up.  And by productivity I refer not only to the economic inputs these children are capable of but also to contributions without any economic price tag--being a caring neighbor or a thoughtful citizen for example.

I wonder if the increased happiness (through greater acceptance) of single women is worth the price.  I for one don't relish a return to the shame, ostracism and denigration of the past (assuming it has been accurately portrayed).  Certainly the advocates of the new moral order would express outrage at the prospect of employing such tactics to place restraints on unwed parenthood. 

But that outrage itself is interesting because certainly practitioners of the new morality have not hesitated to employ shaming, ostracism and denigration to enforce their own moral vision (think of the Duck Dynasty or Chick Fil A controversies).  So the objection cannot be to the method, but must be to the set of values to which the method is applied.  Outrage at the use of shame, ostracism and denigration to attempt to reinforce traditional moral views must be based not on the mere use of such methods but on the kinds of behaviors to which such methods are applied.

I have the sense that the acceptance of unwed motherhood is seen by some to be a backlash against the use of shame, ostracism and denigration but as I have concluded that cannot be true.  So what was the origin of the acceptance of unwed motherhood?  It must have been a view that for whatever reason unwed motherhood was determined to be a condition to be supported.  But as to how that feeling came to be general and why that view was promoted, who can say with certainty?

As an explanatory note, I wrote this post yesterday, but did not post it until this morning.

Monday, January 13, 2014

Retirement

So, random thoughts indeed.  I have now officially retired from practicing law at a small law firm.  I am on my second week as of this cloudy and cold Monday Morning.  As I was making breakfast and thinking about life, I realized that I felt a bit different this morning than I did during the last week.  So I decided that I would record from time to time the process of moving from working (for money) full time to working (for the fun of it) part time.


I feel a bit different this morning because this past week I would find myself feeling very anxious and upset almost as if I worried about being at home when I should have been at work.  I felt as I did early in my career when I took any time off (even recognized holidays when everyone else was off as well).  My wife often commented that I couldn't seem to relax.  I thought last week as I was feeling anxious that it would probably take a month or two before that feeling went away.

Part of the reason for feeling as I do is attributable to the way in which my retirement came about.  This last year although I had pretty much decided that I would stop working, I was very busy at work.  I did not take any vacation and I worked some on just about every holiday.  When I made the decision to retire and made the announcement, I was working for the most part on a big case that was set to go to trial in the middle of January. While I did not consider myself all that important to the effort, I had been working on the matter for over four years and did have some institutional knowledge others may not have had.  Consequently, I agreed to stay on and see the case through trial.
 After my announcement, I divested myself of all other matters on which I was working and transferred responsibility for all other clients except for the one with the large case.  I also began clearing out my office.   As a result by the middle of December, I was pretty much ready to leave at the conclusion of the litigation.  I worked hard in December and as these things are wont to do, the case settled on Friday January 3.  I left in the middle of the afternoon and have only been back for about half an hour to take down my pictures and remove my computer.

I have compared that experience to running into a wall at 60 mph; one minute you are zooming full tilt and the next  you have come to a complete stop.  No matter how uncomfortable you have found the journey, such an abrupt deceleration is uncomfortable.

So last week I spent somewhat at loose ends.  I did some  housework, practiced the piano went to the store etc, but was not very comfortable in my own skin.  Today it feels a bit better.   We'll see how it goes.  Maybe I will even have the inclination (I certainly have the time) to finish some of the other blog posts I have started..