I’ve had a really nice day. The weather is absolutely gorgeous: Low 60’s at 2 peeyem, hardly any clouds so nice bright sun, very light breeze. The latest batch of mud is almost gone now. I took the long way for morning chicken chores, which meant a 15-minute chore took like an hour and a half…
Then I came home, cleaned up, and baked bread.
Because I’ve been adding that to my bread recipe at about half a cup per loaf and it does wonderful things for the taste and is probably (maybe?) a bit more healthy.
Then Torso Boy and I splurged on a Jeep ride back to Landlady’s place for afternoon chicken chores – the days are getting longer and they’re laying better now, not that the Leghorns ever entirely stopped. It’s a great afternoon for another walky and maybe I will after I finish this, but TB was being a really good boy but clearly getting tired of being stuck inside while I popped in and out. He loves him a Jeep ride and isn’t really much of a walker.
Brought back enough to top off my own ready egg supply…
And – here comes the point – all the time I was doing that, I was listening to this podcast channel I recently found and thinking maybe I ought to feel like kind of a dolt. Because he was going on and on about Hans-Hermann Hoppe and Ludwig Von Mises and Austrian economics and all this academic libertarian theory like he knew what he was talking about – and I have to admit I’ve never had any patience for any of it. For years and years I told myself it was really important and I should pay more attention, but the truth is I’ve never made it through an entire book-length treatise on any of that by any of those guys.
And thinking about it, while going about my delightful free life on this delightful day, I couldn’t really work up a good sense of guilt over it. I can’t discuss theories about covenant communities or public goods or praxeology or ontological naturalism – more and more as I age I can’t even pretend to take any of those things seriously. But I can live free, and I’m not convinced any of those academics ever learned how to do that.
There’s a beautiful phrase – “plain people” – that I never apply to myself because it refers to specific people who are way more religious than I’ll ever be. But the phrase is evocative of something I found attractive all my life, something that to my joy I have been able to approach in practice during this later phase of my life. Armchair theorists have their place, I’m sure, I didn’t hear anything on any of those hour-long blabfests with which to actually disagree. And I’m glad there are people out there thinking about such things, maybe it’ll prove a karmic balance to all the various flavors of “green new deal.”
But it just doesn’t interest me. Once while I was still stuck in California I came upon a now-long-defunct web site called “Doing Freedom” – and that’s another beautiful phrase that has stuck with me. I wouldn’t know what to do in a university salon – but I can strive to do freedom with at least a bit of demonstrably successful progress before I get too old. So I’ll concentrate on that instead.