Being as I am, satisfied with inadequacy – or, shall I say less poignantly, satisfied with meagreness – the lapse today into seeming irregularities or patchiness was the repeated production of my ambling directions and purpose. While reading the Essays of Michel de Montaigne I struck upon one who, much to my complete surprise, was reportedly quoted by the Greek biographer and philosopher Plutarch (c.46 – c.120).
It is unfair to label today’s unadorned and unproductive indolence as wasteful. Wastefully extravagant, perhaps; but not spent unwisely. Nor do I consider the fleeting matters of mind and spirit trifling. Regularly now I am learning that having nothing in particular to do, being at unqualified ease to congregate upon a whim, to spend boundless hours in fitful discussion and hilarity, having no agenda to be heedful of – these are the pardonable affectations that now justifiably and properly absorb my attention. As a result I am equally unrepentant. Indeed I am inclined to think that if one were not – for some reason that I cannot begin to imagine – disposed to adopt these characteristics for blush or colour, then surely there must be unfathomable difficulty at hand.
Whenever I am asked, “What did you do?”, my reply is that I was a country lawyer. I am proud to say so. Seldom however do I recall or repeat the connection with my staff, those who are popularly and officially known as legal assistants (though for most of my career were called legal secretaries). The staff of most local (that is, country) law firms became well known because it was they who were most upfront in the association with other firms. Many legal assistants were of distinctive character, some thought to reflect the character of their lawyer employee though naturally this was more common among sole practitioners. Staff were by that singular character and virtue notoriously significant.
Contrary to intuition, a mist affords clarity. I was first reminded of this exiguous savvy upon casual reading from my library of predominantly ancient or historic origin (being as they are tomes beyond the impudence of copyright and therefore readily available at no cost – also a contradiction, of art and of price).
Sitting directly across from me – with her watchful mother à côté – at the long celebratory birthday dining table in the common room was three year old Leni-Rose. It wasn’t her birthday – it was Hélène’s 80th – but the child’s native curiosity overcame me. I succumbed to the delight of appreciating a young and obviously capable child as she launched unhindered into the social atmosphere with her sparkling eyes, rich hair and porcelain skin. Meanwhile Leni-Rose eyed me with a mixture of interest and suspicion. I won’t pretend that our conversation was penetrating. But we touched upon her partly eaten cupcake with its alluring icing; and, with the help of her mother, exchanged our names. Leni-Rose quickly surmounted any barriers.
We must therefore train the body to contentment by plain living, that it may be easily satisfied: for they that require little do not miss much.
Already in the new year – but three days into the mix – my sentience has once again been overtaken by custom and habit, the accomplice though faithful resort of humanity, the inescapable fuel of activity, the acknowledged elixir of life. The tendency though both predictable and inexcusably repetitive is not without its worthiness; it is not simply a relaxation from novel ingenuity or prolonged productivity. Instead the deviation from more innovative conduct is an admission of compatibility and utility. Essentially there is quantity to be derived from idiosyncrasy and eccentricity.
Being as I am momentarily relieved of the arm-twisting to perform any exercise or heavy lifting during the first week or so following my recent surgery, and similarly being proscribed to vacate domestic territory, I sought today – the 2nd day of the new year – to promote as much efficiency and as many advantages as able to be done. The overriding principle was to milk as much as credible from the currency at hand. This – in less abstract terms – is simply the function to act favourably and to devote oneself to the immediacy of life (not its future, nor its past).
We’re only into the first day of the new year. Yet how soon the seasonal revelry fizzles and evaporates – contaminated by sobriety, resolutions and fresh air. Thereafter the erstwhile wassailing – at least for us Canadians – is as quickly replaced by the more proximate concentration of escaping below the 49th Parallel.
Happy New Year!
Herewith the theft of a missive from my beloved friend Fiona who has once again said it better than I might have done.