Could I have planned Brexit?

As it happens, last week was the last of the current 13-week cycle in my BestSelf journal. This week, I reviewed the goal-setting section at the front of the book to see how I’ve done.

Generally, more frogs have been consumed than not.

If it is your job to eat a frog, it is best to do it first thing in the morning.

If it is your job to eat two frogs, it is best to eat the larger one first.

~ Mark Twain

Daunting frogs struck off the list include: Revising my will; editing a 50+ page handbook about separating conflicting accounting duties (not exactly my top subject in school, to say the least); assigning beneficiaries for the remainder of Tim’s insurance; making an appointment with the dreaded dentist (so hard to face without Tim to cheer my bravery at going in the first place); making a video to help publicize one of our more interesting performance audits (you can see it here on YouTube); following up with the shops that might carry the Abecedarium (I find it so hard to have conversations that include sentences like, “Errr, I’m the lady who has emailed you three times but you’ve not yet replied to.”) and reaching out to new ones; cataloging 152 CDs and 303 books since August 1 (impossible without Dee’s diligent assistance)… Heck, even re-potting my mama’s Christmas cactus so the thing has a chance of flowering come December.

This is a lot in 13 weeks, and even in my Book of High Expectations, it’s worth a gold star sticker.

While I’m not sure I could have delivered the Normandy landings or led America out of the Great Depression, or, say, designed a deal for Brexit, I … No, wait, I bet I could have planned a better Brexit than the present Tory government has done. There’s a fine British expression that sums up the current state of affairs for me, viz:

Him? He couldn’t organize a piss-up* in a brewery.

* Gigantic boozy party

Actually, I wouldn’t have held a daft referendum, using such a poorly written referendum that no one understood — except maybe Vladimir Putin and his unwitting (at least I hope they’re unwitting) allies Moe Johnson, Larry Farage, and Curly Rees-Mogg — in the first place.

And I like to think that, if planning Brexit had been one of my assigned frogs, I wouldn’t have had the cheek to prorogate Parliament just to get those pesky legislators out of my way.