Monthly Archives: June 2016

Brexit and Other Drabble

I can’t say that I fix things; it’s more like I clean things up in a, “send lawyers, guns, and money” kind of way. For the most part, it’s fine. But after a solid year of poor planning getting worse, I’m tired of saving the day.



So. Brexit happened. Russia is happy. Trump is happy. That says more than I can right now.

Feel free to share this so anyone on your time line who voted Leave can see exactly what they’ve voted for.


Thanks to Jon Adams for these Brexit notes:

The UK will leave the EU. The process won’t be quick and will take a minimum of two years, but the fallout is instant.

1. The Pound Sterling is down over 9 percent and falling. It has effectively de-valued British currency.
2. World equity (stock) markets are plummeting. The US Dow Jones Industrials looks to open in the morning at over 600 points below yesterday’s close.
3. Gold is up over 73 US dollars.
4. The US Federal Reserve won’t raise interest rates this year as was previously expected. Such a move while facing impending economic hard times would exacerbate the decline.
5. UK goods in other countries and travel to Britain will be cheaper, but in the UK goods will cost more and so will travel anywhere abroad.
6. Scotland voted overwhelmingly to remain in the EU, so there may be another Scottish referendum on leaving the UK. The same may happen in Northern Ireland. The Republic of Ireland is a relatively prosperous EU member. But we know the history of the two Irelands so don’t hold your breath.
7. Tax increases will be coming for Brits. So will a recession.

I’ll join him in saying ‘Sorry England, Scotland, Wales and Northern Ireland, but congratulations on your Independence. Good luck with that.’


I Read This Somewhere…

… but I don’t remember where is was printed or the name of the author. All I have is this summary:

Everything will be okay in the end. If it’s not okay, it’s not the end. There will be tough times, but it’s worth it. It builds character and teaches compassion.

Figure out what you love and own it completely. Try everything. See what makes your heart swell and then go do it. Find out everything you can about it. Find other people who love it, too. Love what you love and be yourself. You end up with people who genuinely fit that way.

Nothing valuable is made without making mistakes. Not a painting, not a relationship, not a career, and definitely not a life. If you wait until you have it all figured out to try, you will be waiting forever.

Respect yourself. Demand it from others. Speak clearly and keep your head up. Stand up for what you believe. Make choices that you feel good about. And if someone in your life is being disrespectful‚ call them on it. If it doesn’t change, limit the amount of time and influence they have in your life. We need people in our lives that challenge us and disagree with us, so we can learn new perspectives; we don’t need to be constantly torn down by people who don’t respect us.

The first person who catches your eye isn’t “The One.” And probably not the second, third or fourth either. You know why? Because you are the one. Love isn’t something out there somewhere that someone else can give to you.

You’re going to meet many amazing people in your life, and I hope that at least once you meet someone to share that love with and truly find partnership. Before you do, fall in love with your own life, because no one else can do that for you.

Love is not romance is not chemistry is not love. You are going to explore this part of your life with people who aren’t in it for the long haul and that is not a bad thing. Life is a series of stories with fascinating intersections.  Sometimes people are in our lives for the whole story. Sometimes they are just a chapter. It takes a brave person to know when that chapter is over and let go gracefully.

Kindness is always an appropriate response.

Real maturity is letting go of what doesn’t work and being open to try something else.

It’s never too late to live a life that makes you proud. We get one shot at this. There’s no age limit on changing course, and to settle with a life that isn’t authentic is a tragic waste.

Scott Fitzgerald said it best:

“For what it’s worth: it’s never too late or, in my case, too early to be whoever you want to be. There’s no time limit, stop whenever you want. You can change or stay the same, there are no rules to this thing. We can make the best or the worst of it. I hope you make the best of it. And I hope you see things that startle you. I hope you feel things you never felt before. I hope you meet people with a different point of view. I hope you live a life you’re proud of. If you find that you’re not, I hope you have the courage to start all over again.”

Go make brilliant mistakes and fall in love with your life.

“Happiness depends on ourselves,” she wrote. “Maybe it’s not about the happy ending. Maybe it’s about the story.”


I do not recall exactly how I met Timmy online before Obi went missing. I know it was several months before May 25, 2010. That’s the day that Obi disappeared after having a tiff with another neighborhood feral.

I do recall that when Obi left on walkabout, Timmy was inspirational. He helped get the word out about the missing Obi. He connected me with others who would aid in my search. He was a beacon of hope when I felt low. I firmly believe that Obi would not have made it home if not for Timmy. Needless to say, Obi’s walkabout was when Timmy and I really became friends.

Our Ash Stone is placed near our patio door. That door was the last place I’d seen Obi before he left and the first place I saw him upon his return. It was the door through which he first entered out home, a tiny kitten in a big metal trap on his way to be neutered. It was the door through which I first rubbed his head, after months of earning his trust. It was the door through which he came into our home permanently.

Lost and found, here and gone, then and now. It’s a big circle.

Circles overlap.

Circles cause ripples.

Obi’s disappearance started the chain of events that led me to meet some of the most brilliant people I’m now lucky enough to call my friends. Those friends have changed my life. Timmy. Caused. That. Timmy’s love for life and friendship will continue to ripple outward and continue to grow. And it will never be stopped.


Lately, I’ve been a casual voyeur to a relationship between a small group of friends. This relationship is more than friends: It’s like a teammate that always has your back, your best co-conspirator for childish shenanigans, and that person with whom you can communicate by only a look and have a million private jokes and hair-raising experiences, all in one.

I’ve been lucky enough to have known three such people in my lifetime. I know I’m lucky. I’m also sad because I don’t get to experience it that much anymore. Hardly ever, in fact.

So now there’s a lot of sadness. Sadness, fear of missing out, longing, loneliness, boredom, and jealousy, of that small group. And also of my own past, when I had that present and correct in my life.