restless whispers
Sep. 5th, 2002 09:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
gurdonarkToday we conquered the world. Well, not actually. We only got something important out the door that I thought I'd be spending the weekend completing. I did good work, but our rapid pace was nearly entirely due to our part-time paralegal. I am not always the world's best "team player" (to phrase it charitably), but the team approach really worked today.
Tonight the local bar association had a fellow from the attorney grievance committee speak to us. The stats on lawyer discipline, as well as the cautionary tales, all served a purpose. I was surprised that far fewer lawyers seem to be disbarred in Texas each year than I thought was the case in California. I had always had the idea the reverse was true. On the drive to the bar association meeting, which is held at a small local country club,
I pondered whether I should submit an important political motion that our dues be used to supplement the dinner each month with a piece of pumpkin pie, but I decided to retain my bipartisan approach to bar association life instead.
One of the fellows at dinner was telling me that he and his wife
have a side business--running an adoption agency. Although I can imagine many stresses in that business, I'd have to think that is worthwhile work. I had a vision, just for an instant, of some Avalon in which I help people who want to have children but cannot.
Then the mists faded, and I was back in Texas again. It's hot as Hell here, so perhaps the Rapture has come, I've been Left Behind, and a lot of fellows who look like Buffy demon rejects are going to make my life Very Interesting Indeed. But I think it's just the weather.
If I were a carpenter, I'd hammer morning, noon, and night, but I am worried that instead of hammering out danger, justice or love between my brother and my sister, I'd work on that dent from my fender bender last week.
Tonight the local bar association had a fellow from the attorney grievance committee speak to us. The stats on lawyer discipline, as well as the cautionary tales, all served a purpose. I was surprised that far fewer lawyers seem to be disbarred in Texas each year than I thought was the case in California. I had always had the idea the reverse was true. On the drive to the bar association meeting, which is held at a small local country club,
I pondered whether I should submit an important political motion that our dues be used to supplement the dinner each month with a piece of pumpkin pie, but I decided to retain my bipartisan approach to bar association life instead.
One of the fellows at dinner was telling me that he and his wife
have a side business--running an adoption agency. Although I can imagine many stresses in that business, I'd have to think that is worthwhile work. I had a vision, just for an instant, of some Avalon in which I help people who want to have children but cannot.
Then the mists faded, and I was back in Texas again. It's hot as Hell here, so perhaps the Rapture has come, I've been Left Behind, and a lot of fellows who look like Buffy demon rejects are going to make my life Very Interesting Indeed. But I think it's just the weather.
If I were a carpenter, I'd hammer morning, noon, and night, but I am worried that instead of hammering out danger, justice or love between my brother and my sister, I'd work on that dent from my fender bender last week.
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Rapture
Date: 2002-09-06 05:04 am (UTC)Re: Rapture
Date: 2002-09-06 05:09 am (UTC)Hot here too...
I think I'll just let the lawn go to seed rather than get out in that heat to mow it.
Re: Hot here too...
Date: 2002-09-06 09:54 am (UTC)