London Calling

This morning I officially accepted Amazon’s offer of a temporary (2-3 year) assignment in London.  The next steps are to work with the relocation company, the immigration lawyers, and UK HR.  

Immigration is the long pole – it can be as quick as 2 weeks or as long as “forever” – but the expectation is 4-6 weeks from application to visa approval.

So we’re likely looking at moving late April early May.

Further bulletins as events warrant.

Requiescat in pace

Yesterday the world lost a good man, a woman lost her partner, a young man lost his father, and Dawnise and I – and many others – lost a friend. Rest in peace, Mike Dunkle – you will be remembered and you will be missed.

To absent friends. Some across the ocean, and some across a gulf far more vast.

Tell the important people the important things. Tomorrow is a terrible time to do anything.

Fragile Mores

mores/ˈmɔːreɪz,ˈmɔːriːz /noun plural noun: mores

  1. the essential or characteristic customs and conventions of a society or community.

I’ve been thinking about the state of our republic over the past couple weeks – both due to current events and because I’ve recently finished reading Ratf**ked [1] and Dark Money [2].

Former President Obama described America as “no fragile thing” in his farewell address. America may not be fragile, but I think the particular variant of democracy we’ve grown over the past few hundred years is. I believe our democracy is a fragile thing. And I would argue that our elected leaders over the past few decades – at multiple levels – have failed to recognize that fragility.

Or maybe they recognize it and they just don’t care.

Western democracies have inoculated themselves against overt tyranny and anarchy for the past few hundred years using different vaccines in different places. In America the serum has been a tincture of forward thinking by the framers, no small amount of luck, and perhaps most importantly a willingness on all sides to play by the rules.

Not just a willingness to play by the written rules – as embodied in the Constitution, by federal and state laws, and our body of jurisprudence – but by a set of unspoken and sometimes more restrictive set of mores [3].

The written rules, for example, dictate that various branches of our government will submit to oversight from the others. It’s only the mores that enjoin any of those branches from disparaging or undermining the legitimacy of the other branches.

The written rules dictate that a president “shall, at stated Times, receive for his Services, a Compensation, which shall neither be encreased (sic) nor diminished during the Period for which he shall have been elected, and he shall not receive within that Period any other Emolument from the United States, or any of them.”

The mores dictate that the president will remove the specter of conflict of interest by placing his (or, with any luck, eventually her) assets in a blind trust, and by not using their bully pulpit to king-make in a purportedly free market.

In recent years [4] this willingness to be bound by tradition has fallen away, and our political discourse – and the country – have suffered for it. At this point the two sides don’t just disagree on policy – a form of disagreement I think makes the county better through constructive argument in the long run – but have effectively lost the common ground from which to hold a civil and constructive conversation.

Both sides seem to be playing a game of total war – encouraged by our winner take all system – with no obvious concern for long term stability or viability. No self-awareness that when tides turn – and in the long run they always do – whatever precedent one side sets the other side may choose to adopt.

More than just being depressing, I think it’s inherently short-sited and dangerous. There’s a treacherously short path between insulting entire ethnic classes of people and deciding they aren’t even people.

Just the briefest of moments between depriving a group of their constitutional protections and transforming our government into some new thing.

A short, slippery slope from disparaging judges to ignoring the rule of law…

And right now the ground feels awfully glassy under my feet.

[1] https://www.amazon.com/Ratf-ked-Behind-Americas-Democracy/dp/1631493213

[2] https://www.amazon.com/Dark-Money-History-Billionaires-Radical/dp/0385535597

[3] https://en.oxforddictionaries.com/definition/mores

[4] http://www.theatlantic.com/magazine/archive/2016/07/how-american-politics-went-insane/485570/

Differences of Opinion

The other day, I asked my circle of friends if a Trump supporter was willing to answer “a carefully worded” question with the commitment that I wouldn’t attack the answer or the person. I’m posting my question and the response here, with the authors approval.

While thinking about the question to ask, I decided to offer something of a framework that – if followed – I hoped would be useful for me to understand where we diverged in opinion. This isn’t intended as a call for argument or rebuttal of my or his position. This is intended as a window into someone whom I consider intelligent and thoughtful, despite us routinely falling on opposite sides of the political fence. [Edit: formatting of response.]

Thanks for offering to answer. We’ve known each other for a long time, and while for much of that time it’s been clear we have different political positions I’ve always found you to be thoughtful and reasoned in your opinions. It seems unfair to ask a short question and expect a deep answer, it also seems difficult to ask the question without offering some context for how I’ll evaluate the answer.

I’m an independent voter – I’ve never been registered with either the Republican or Democratic party. I take steps to avoid living in a news bubble – seeking sources inside and outside the US and attempting to understand their political leanings. I favor small government and believe that government has no business dictating details of my – or anyone else’s – private lives, but believe that government does have a critical role in regulating financial markets and corporate behavior.

I support a woman’s right to reproductive choice. I support equal recognition under the law for same sex unions. The word “marriage” is the right word, in my opinion, because it’s ensconced so many places in law.

I believe the preponderance of evidence supports the idea that human behavior has an affect on the environment and ecosystem, and even if that weren’t so, behaving as if it does is the safe long term strategy. I believe the scientific method of inquiry is the most effective method we have for understanding and solving problems.

I believe words matter – they shape and affect our thoughts and influence our actions. I’m highly dissatisfied with the state of the federal government. I do not believe that putting rank amateurs in charge of the government of arguably the most powerful country in the west will make things better, for Americans or the global community. I believe that governance, like any other complex skill, benefits from experience but that we’ve built a system so ripe for abuse that it’s hard for many people to even imagine how to begin fixing it.

I did not support HRC. I thought she was poor at connecting with people in her speeches, poor at explaining the benefits of her proposed policies, and it was hard to believe she was the best candidate the Democrats could have forwarded.

I do not believe HRC is the corrupt liar that one side spends so much time painting her as. Given the number of times she’s been actively investigated and nothing actionable found I must conclude that either: her accusers are consistently incompetent, she’s a James Bond-esque super villain, or there’s been precious little there to warrant the persecution. Occam’s razor suggests the last.

I didn’t support Sanders. To me Sanders and Trump are in some sense flip sides of a coin. Where Trump is a populist nationalist Sanders is a populist socialist – they both rile up their respective bases with impossible vague promises.

I actively opposed Trump. He has no experience governing and did not lucidly describe any policy positions that I could support. As a businessman he’s an accidental success who incorrectly attributes his success to skill. In both his business and in his private dealings I see ample evidence that he treats those he has power over badly, and as an orator he panders to fear and division and gives people permission and encouragement to act out their baser violent instincts.

He seems different than any other presidential candidate in my lifetime. I disagree with him not only on matters of policy – which I’ve disagreed with every president in my adult life – but also about what it means to be a decent human and member of society. I can’t find a way to separate support for his policies (which he never actually enumerated or explained) with support for his behavior, which I found reprehensible. I believe his primary interest in the presidency is to enrich himself and his family and don’t believe he cares about bettering the lives of the nearly 320 million people he’s going to lead, except by happy accident.

So with all that in mind, the question: What encouraged and enabled you to overlook Trump’s lack of experience and his repeated demonstrations of xenophobia, misogyny, racial and cultural bias, his tacit approval of intolerance and violence as a means to settle debate, and his outright fabrications and conclude he was the best candidate for the office of the president?

I got this answer:

I’ll try and give you some context as to my worldview and how I’ll answer your question. If you wish to post my answer on Facebook, go right ahead. I am a registered Republican. I do not agree with everything in the party platform – in fact, I lean more towards Libertarian, but many of their ideals are close enough to Republican ideals. I have voted for Democrats in the past and have not ruled out doing so in the future. Libertarians, unfortunately, tend to run idiots for office instead of reasonable, articulate folks.

I, too, try to avoid living in a bubble. People in my line of work tend to be quite conservative, and it is too easy to fall into the trap of thinking alike with everyone around you. I read and view articles from a variety of sources and run it through the filter of, “What is the slant of the author/news organization?”

I have a deep distrust of “mainstream media” due to their nearly universal bias against conservatives and their desire to tell a story rather than seek the truth. Another part of me was quite happy to see the mainstream media and talking heads go into full freak-out mode as the election got closer. Their bias and antipathy towards Trump turned more people off to the media than they turned off people to Trump.

As a Republi-tarian, I also favor limited government and the idea that freedom, even if dangerous to self, is better than a nanny-state that tells you how to live every facet of your life. Gun control laws, the war on drugs, etc. have produced more problems and have suffocated freedom. Economic meddling by the government in the name of fairness tends to break more things than it fixes.

I do believe abortion should be, as Bill Clinton put it, “safe, legal, and rare.” As a father who has raised babies and adopted children, I find the practice of abortion abhorrent, but that genie can’t be put back into the bottle. Adoption and contraception should be emphasized, and abortion should be a last resort rather than another form of birth control.

My view of same sex marriage has evolved over the years. I was against it at first for religious reasons, but the Libertarian in me recognizes that “if it neither breaks my leg nor picks my pocket,” I could really care less. Two guys want to get married? Eh, doesn’t affect me – have at it.

I am skeptical of the idea that man can affect the climate of our planet – solar activity has far more effect on our climate compared with anything man could produce. That is not to say that we should do nothing – mankind should have a keen interest in the preservation of the environment, and I sort of like having clean air and water. I may not always agree with how the heavy hand of government should dictate this, but I’d also rather not have to chew the air I breathe.

The scientific method works pretty well for solving a lot of problems, but not everything can fit into that box. There is more than one way to skin a cat, and I also believe we can learn a lot about how to solve our current problems by looking at how similar problems were dealt with in the past.

I believe words matter, but actions and deeds matter more. Fighting over nuances of meaning distracts from the fact that a problem needs to be dealt with. I’m also highly dissatisfied with the state of the federal government. It is sprawling, inefficient, and tends to throw money at problems instead of finding innovative solutions.

I differ a bit here when it comes to putting amateurs in charge of government. Some effective government leaders and presidents have come from all walks of life. Being educated, well-spoken, or well-connected doesn’t always mean that you will be a good leader. The political / administrative dichotomy exists, and while their worlds often overlap, one isn’t always better than the other. Different strokes and all that. Unfortunately, the idea of public service is a punchline for most office-holders.

I was not a fan of Trump in the primaries. He struck me as bloviating, pompous, arrogant, and at times barely coherent. I really liked Ted Cruz and hoped he would be nominated. Once Trump became the nominee (and Gary Johnson and his VP turned out to be morons) I realized that the choice would be either Trump or Hillary. While I wasn’t a fan of Trump, I absolutely could not stomach the idea of HRC as president.

Hillary has always been out for herself. Years of scandal after scandal, which she and her cronies avoided prosecution in a way which mafia dons would have been proud, absolutely turned me off to her. The email scandal and Clinton Foundation touched at the very heart of how she operates. Her intention was to operate without transparency and to find ways to shake down governments for money.

Trump connected with many people due to his desire to bring manufacturing jobs back to the US. We used to be a country that built things. Now we are a service economy. There are a variety of reasons about how things got this way, and I don’t think all of Trump’s ideas will bring the economy around. One thing for sure, though, is that we can’t tax ourselves into prosperity. Trump’s foibles and his treatment of women are terrible. While his flaws are personal, HRC’s venality and paranoia would make Nixon proud.

Ultimately, I had to weigh the two candidates on this scale – who would operate in the best interests of the United States? In this regard, it was Trump hands down. Warts, ego, and all, I do believe he genuinely wants to do right by our country. Furthermore, a Republican president and Republican Congress will have several Supreme Court picks. With our freedoms hanging in the balance, I believe a conservative court will be more likely to rein in an overzealous federal government.

Lastly, Trump has indicated he will strengthen and protect the Second Amendment. He supports national concealed carry reciprocity (which makes perfect sense if you believe “full faith and credit” means what it says) and other measures which are near and dear to my heart.

Bottom line – Trump has said things that are stupid, thoughtless, and show a marked lack of respect for women. Some of the shocking and outrageous things he has said must also be viewed in the context that he has been an entertainer (and entertainers do entertaining and controversial things to self-promote) and he is not a polished, professional speaker. After looking at the context of the other criticisms (xenophobia and racism) I don’t believe that there is either smoke or fire there.

Ultimately, there were more pluses in Trump’s column than there were minuses (of which there were several). Hillary’s column was almost entirely minuses for me. The choice, to me, was clear.

Democracy is Coming

This morning I sat in a coffee shop near Edinburgh university. It’s been five days since the American electorate handed the reins of the country over to a mad man.

The crowd that grew over the morning was mixed; mostly students – accents from all over. An elegant middle aged mum with her two sons – dressed in sweater vests and wearing poppies for remembrance day – had breakfast.

I drank a good cup of coffee, scanned the morning paper, and listened to the conversation around me.

Listening to the conversation – snippets about the election and Brexit mixed in with exams and romantic intrigue – gave me the first glimmer of hope in days.

They will outlive and undo our stupidity and go on to be stupid in new and amazing ways.

Great Britain to Little England

For the last few months I’ve had a subscription to the Sunday edition of The New York Times. On Sunday when our schedule permits, I’ve enjoyed reading the paper with a cup of coffee. I often don’t make it through the whole paper on the day, but I at least scan it and mark the articles I want to read – finishing them up over the course of the week while at loose ends.

I don’t remember, specifically, what happened the week of Sunday the 19th, but for whatever reason I found the opinion section today still sitting, folded back, at a piece titled “From Great Britain to Little England.” [1] Written before the referendum vote, it was full of questions and speculation, but ended with the following:

“Isolation brings out the worst in Britain. And it never works. In the 1930s, a complacent Britain refused to help Spain fight fascism, appeased Hitler and Mussolini, and for too long turned away refugees fleeing persecution. As Czechoslovakia cried out for help, Prime Minister Neville Chamberlain dismissed “a quarrel in a faraway country between people of whom we know nothing.” Will a British leader soon speak again about faraway Europe in the same tones? When Britain did admit that it belonged to Europe, after all, it was at the 11th hour. In 1940, isolation ended in a fight for survival, and complacency gave way to five years of grim determination. During those war years, the Continent was devastated and its nation-states discredited. Thanks to that harsh experience, the British after the war recognized their share of responsibility by supporting the vision of a united Europe. Must Britain learn that painful, costly lesson all over again?”

The answer, it seems, is a fairly resounding yes.

Since the vote I’ve spent a frankly unreasonable amount of time reading coverage and analysis of subsequent events, watching Parliamentary debates, and thinking about and discussing the situation with British colleagues here and friends in the UK.

For all the time I’ve spent, and the angst I’ve felt, you’d be reasonable to think I had some personal stake in the outcome.

I don’t, of course. I realized, in discussion with one of those friends, that I felt as if a friend whom I thought I’d known for decades had just acted in a way that made me realize they weren’t the person I thought they were. And left me wondering if I wanted to know the person they actually are.

Dawnise and I have traveled to the UK several times in the last twenty years. Sometimes me alone on business and sometimes together on holiday. While living in Luxembourg London was short flight away, and quickly became a comfortable and familiar bastion of spoken English. We have favorite spots, familiar routes and neighborhoods, and our friends one bedroom flat in London – a flat she was incredibly and repeatedly gracious in sharing with us – was probably the place we felt most at home outside our apartment.

We’ve traveled through Ireland, from Dublin to the Giants Causeway – the only indication you’d crossed the border betwixt countries being the two a sign indicating speed limits had changed from metric to Imperial. That border, it seems, may once again be a guarded frontier, restricting the flow of people and commerce.

We’ve spent very memorable time in Scotland – first on our own having driven our way up the island from the South, and more recently with fellow Luxembourg stationed expats on a whisky tasting tour of Speyside. I’m still reeling at the idea that the people of Scotland may find it necessary to dissolve the political bonds which have connected them to another for the past three hundred years.

Beyond all that, it’s hard not to see echo’s of America’s own political zeitgeist. Demagoguery, misinformation making fact hard to find, tempers flaring, the baser nature of scared and angry people rising to the fore. I wonder, as maybe only an American would, if somehow we’ve exported this social and political virus to the UK, or helped it grow.

Two weeks ago, London would have been high – perhaps first – on my list of places to repeat our expat experience. Now I find myself wondering if Amsterdam, or Dublin, or even Berlin might be better places, providing more access to the sorts of people and experiences we had that call us to come back. And that saddens me in a way I can’t quite put into words.

[1] http://www.nytimes.com/2016/06/19/opinion/sunday/from-great-britain-to-little-england.html?_r=0

Fluctuat nec mergitur

I don’t know when it happened, but I realize at some point I fell in love with cities.

Not just a city, but the idea of cities.

Places that embody diversity, and progress. Vast collections of people that exist and function only by human ingenuity and determination. Ever evolving landscapes, thriving at the often uncomfortable boundary between conserving the past and creating the future. The most complex things humans have so far created.

Long before I ever visited Paris I knew it by reputation as one of earths great cities, and one of humanities greatest achievements. For hundreds of years Paris has exercised far reaching influence over architecture, cuisine, literature and nearly all aspects of western culture. And over that time it has weathered revolution, siege, plague, and storm.

My thoughts are with those who’ve lost loved ones in the chaos, and to the watchmen who will do their best to calm that chaos and protect the innocent.

Fluctuat nec mergitur.

That Wasn’t Really Six Months Just Now

Saying it’s hard to believe that Tuesday will mark our six month anniversary in Luxembourg is so much an understatement that calling it an understatement is an understatement.

And I’ve barely written at all, each time thinking that there’s too much, and somehow hoping it’ll be easier later.

So that’s working out about as you’d expect.

So… Let me ‘splain. No, there’s definitely too much, lemme try ineffectively to sum up…

If you haven’t been following my status updates on Facebook since my last post here in January, here are the highlights:

I bitched a lot about Numericable – my absolutely horrible Internet service provider – and the lack of real competition in that market. They made Comcast^wXfinity seem like the pinacle of customer-centricity and service. It took five months to get to the point where I was positive they weren’t going to ever fix the problem, or even give a crap that there was a problem. At which point I sent them the mandatory certified letter to cancel our contract. Dawnise dropped the gear off at their office yesterday, and I paid the last bill I ever expect to get from them. So that’s done.

The new ISP is the luxembourg state-run telco – P&T – and so far the experience on the customer service side is much better. Unfortunately, they haven’t run fibre up my street yet, and I’m at the very edge of their serviceable DSL range, so the quality of the connectivity hasn’t really improved much.

My parents came over for two weeks – and everyone survived the experience. It was my mom’s first time in Europe, and probably the most walking she’s done in years, certainly since she had both her knees replaced. Their visit was a good excuse to get Nise to Paris – a city she was disinterested in visiting – and we agreed that we’ll definitely be back, but there are other places to see first. The four of us also went to London, which is a city I don’t imagine I’ll ever get bored of.

Hopefully the experience convinced my parents that travel is something they should do more of while they can.

Around the same time, there was an epic adventure to acquire all the bits needed to make fire in our propane barbecue. It seemed like such an easy thing – we bought the barbecue at Auchan and my dad and I assembled it. In fact, we assembled all the patio furniture the day they arrived – it ended up being a great way to fight jet lag.

As I suspected, it didn’t come with a regulator, so we bought one from Cactus Hobbi while grocery shopping.

Then we started looking for propane.

We were told to start at petrol stations. The shell station up the street sent us to the shell station a town over. There we ran into a frazzled and grumpy attendant who didn’t speak any English, and I couldn’t get the point across in french despite several attempts. So we tried Hornbach, and they sent us to the Total station a kilometer away, who didn’t actually have propane. We tried the Total station up the street from the apartment, and after managing to communicate that we needed a bottle of propane, and paying for said thing, we went to the cage only to discover they didn’t have any full bottles.

The next attempt took me to a Total station across town, where I did manage to get a bottle of propane, only to get it home and realize after breaking the seal that the bottle fitting didn’t match the regulator. I tried all the places I could think of that were open – Hornbach again, Batiself, no dice.

The final trip took Nise and I to the Energus store that I had found after it had closed on the prior attempt. Thanks to Nise’s french and my picture of the cylinder we left with what we hoped was the correct regulator and hose clamps. Shortly after getting it all home we had a fire in the barbecue.

We grilled steaks – I’ve never been quite so happy to be able to make fire.

And of course it’s been wet and raining pretty much ever since.

In other news, we’ve managed to expand our social circle a bit. When we were heading back to Seattle earlier in the year, we needed someone to check on the cats for a few days when literally everyone we knew in the country would be gone. Dawnise availed herself of the American Women’s Club mailing list and found someone. We then proceeded to hand this someone the keys to our apartment and leave the country, hoping the cats, the apartment, and all the stuff in it would be in tact when we returned in a couple weeks.

Turns out everything was just fine, and it further turned out that Dawnise managed to choose someone who plays Cards Against Humanity, which is either the funniest or most offensive game you’ve ever played (those aren’t necessarily mutually exclusive).

More recently, our friends Adam and Helen managed to swing through Luxembourg at the tail end of coincident business trips and introduced us to another expat couple who fortuitously like the same game.

So that seems positive.

Not speaking french in a predominantly french speaking country still sucks – a lot. About a month ago I dropped out of the french lessons we were taking as a group. The immersion-once-a-week-for-a-couple-hours format wasn’t working for me, and my inability to practice from the written materials on my own turned the whole thing into one big ball of frustration. We thought about Rosetta Stone, but were turned off by the immersion approach (and the price tag).

Before moving here I would have said (in fact sorta did say, when it comes right down to it) that I’d try living almost anywhere in the first world. Since then I’d say my filter has gotten more discriminatory. Spending a week in Japan made it clear that not sharing an alphabet is a force multiplier on the challenge of not speaking the language. It was fun for a week, but I’m not sure it would stay fun for long. Similarly, as much as I want to be the guy who’s comfortable not speaking the language, and can pickup new languages easily and quickly, it’s turning out I’m not that guy.

Not speaking the language is incredibly isolating – and being functionally illiterate is both frustrating and humbling.

Aside from that, things are going pretty well – we’ve basically figured out a workable routine, the cats are doing well, the guest room has been a hit with those who’ve stayed in it, and we’re starting to do more than just focus on “figuring shit out.”

Oh, and I had horse for lunch the other day. It was good – I’d eat it again. I don’t see what all the fuss is about. If you’re deeply offended that I ate horse, pretend I meant to type goat and slipped.

Our goal for the next couple months is to do some more travel – see some of the places that are easier to get to from here than they were from the states. I’m not sure where the first stop will be, but writing this makes me think I should stop writing this and go plan a trip.

Are We Having Fun Yet?

Every once in a while – every few days, really – Dawnise or I look at each other and say something to the effect of “We live in Europe. Can you believe that shit?”

This afternoon, after spending the morning on a shopping expedition (more on that later) Dawnise followed it on with a question she’d never asked before.

“Are we having fun yet?”

It took us both a moments pause before we decided, not exactly…

It’s not that we hate it here, or even dislike it, it’s just – we ultimately decided – it still feels like we’re trying to get our lives together. We’re not to the “having fun” stage yet.

Which seems like a damn shame – and something we should work on.

Our sofas – which we ordered on our first big furniture trip to Ikea when we arrived – were finally delivered the other day. Apparently they left Dortmund on a truck in time to be delivered on the 5th, then fell into the Bermuda Triangle, and failed to arrive in Belgium. And this didn’t seem to bother Ikea in the least. I contacted them every week or so asking if the driver had been heard from, if they’d sent out a search party, if they’d tried turning on the gps unit in the truck. They didn’t seem to get the irony. Finally, they called and used the age old “we must have had the wrong phone number” excuse – apparently oblivious to the fact that I’d spoken to their customer service about the order – by phone – every week.

But hey, now we have sofas and – thanks to having to buy something to sit on when the sofa’s failed to appear – a couple comfortable chairs. I’m sitting on one of those chairs, computer in lap, tea on the table next to me, looking out the window at the light snow fall as I type. We’ve got plans with the other couples here for dinner tonight, and I’m hoping we don’t end up stranded in a snow drift somewhere before the night’s over.

Speaking of snow – it’s been doing that a fair bit here. Not heavily, but enough to accumulate several inches. I bus and walk to work, and we don’t have to shovel our walk, or driveway, so it’s kinda nice – makes things pretty and doesn’t really affect us much at all.

I mentioned our shopping expedition – Dawnise got word through the American Women’s Club (she’s a card carrying member) about a place called Provencale – which was billed as “like a Costco” and a mere 15 minute drive from the apartment. Their hours are tailored to the trade, so they open at 5am and close – on Saturdays – at 11:30(a). We got up this morning and went over, managed to get a membership application done and a day pass, and ended up not buying anything.

I rekon that won’t last another trip.

The selection was great, and the prices about on par with the hypermarkets. Produce, fish, meat, and all the non-consumables you might need to run a cafe or brasserie. I’d say it’s more like a Cash & Carry (Smart & Final, for you Southern California folks) than a Costco, but it’s still a welcome find, no doubt.

Then we came back to Cactus, our local hypermarket, and did the weeks shopping, which is getting less and less time consuming and frustrating every time we do it.

So things are falling into something of a routine, broken up by a weekend trip to London for Dawnise’s birthday (which was a lot of fun, and a welcome return to being surrounded by English).

This coming Friday I head back to the UK on business: Manchester for a day, then London – where Dawnise will fly over and join me for a couple days – through the week, home the following Friday.

This past Thursday we completed the last bit of immigration process and picked up our residence cards – I now have a “blue card” – meaning I’m authorized for a couple years to work in any country in the EU, and that I no longer need to carry my US passport and residency letter while traveling in the EU. So that’s sorta nifty.

In other news, a bunch of stuff has happened in the US – and I’m surprised at how totally disconnected from itI feel. We (they?) inaugurated a president who’s likely to be completely stymied in trying to solve the major issues facing the country, assuming he tries. The government played political brinksmanship (again) with tax policy that affects the majority of the population far more than it affects the aristocracy that debated it. They’ll play the same brinksmanship game again about paying the countries bills.

I wish I could say the damage didn’t look as bad from out here, but in fact it looks worse.

I was a disenfranchised and disaffected voter before, I shudder to think how I’ll feel by the time I return.

And on that cheery note, I’m off to make another cup of tea.

Further bulletins as events warrant.