seats changing and ordinary people
Tuesday evening I found myself watching the election results. I had felt that the election result would turn shift only 20 or so House seats to the Democratic Party, when 23 were required to change the party in power. I was pleased to see that enough seats changed hands to change the party in power of the House of Representatives. State-wide, none of my candidates prevailed, though one, Beto O'Rourke, came close enough that things seem to be changing a bit here. Locally, Democrats swept into the Dallas Court of Appeals seats, a reflection of how "blue" that Dallas has become and how the suburban counties like my suburban county have moved from very deep red to only deep red. I thought this morning how in each red and blue state, a huge wedge of people, from 35 percent to 45 percent, depending on the state, vote in most elections with little chance of voting for the winning party.
Last night I had insomnia. I rarely have that anymore. I am about to go to work a bit weary, but I will be all right. Yesterday I drove in to downtown Dallas for a work matter. Today I stay in my office in Garland. The weather is chilly and November.
I thought about a legal assistant who worked with me thirty+ years ago. When last I knew her, she was working at another firm. Soon after, she left us, and when I was last knew her, she was expecting her first child. I have not seen her since we had lunch together at the Fairmount Hotel all those years ago, just before she was expecting. That child would be 31 or so now. Time flies.
I have been lucky to still work with people I have known for years. My former law partner, now moving from semi-retired to retired, has been a friend since 1988. We have known our office manager since 1986 or so. Most of my colleagues from law work have had long and useful careers. Some, though not many, have passed away. A very few have experienced personal setbacks and professional setbacks. But in the main, the lawyers and support staff just keep on being lawyers and support staff and parents and children and siblings and spouses and significant others.
One of those peppy contemporary Christian songs has a lyric that goes "we were made for so much more than ordinary lives". While I appreciate the sentiment and its call to transformation, delivered in a needlessly pop-western cinematic melodic style, I often think that most folks were made for ordinary lives, I do not see that as a bad thing.
from Dreamwidth, because two posts of the same text are twice as nice
Last night I had insomnia. I rarely have that anymore. I am about to go to work a bit weary, but I will be all right. Yesterday I drove in to downtown Dallas for a work matter. Today I stay in my office in Garland. The weather is chilly and November.
I thought about a legal assistant who worked with me thirty+ years ago. When last I knew her, she was working at another firm. Soon after, she left us, and when I was last knew her, she was expecting her first child. I have not seen her since we had lunch together at the Fairmount Hotel all those years ago, just before she was expecting. That child would be 31 or so now. Time flies.
I have been lucky to still work with people I have known for years. My former law partner, now moving from semi-retired to retired, has been a friend since 1988. We have known our office manager since 1986 or so. Most of my colleagues from law work have had long and useful careers. Some, though not many, have passed away. A very few have experienced personal setbacks and professional setbacks. But in the main, the lawyers and support staff just keep on being lawyers and support staff and parents and children and siblings and spouses and significant others.
One of those peppy contemporary Christian songs has a lyric that goes "we were made for so much more than ordinary lives". While I appreciate the sentiment and its call to transformation, delivered in a needlessly pop-western cinematic melodic style, I often think that most folks were made for ordinary lives, I do not see that as a bad thing.
from Dreamwidth, because two posts of the same text are twice as nice