The weekend started out pretty good, with uilos
getting a job she'd really wanted. (Starting mid-August, which will make both moving at the end of August and entertaining her parents in September for a week Interesting, but still very very awesome.) So there was knocking-off-work-early and milkshakes and wandering around in the Vancouver spring, and it was Good.
Satyrday we got up early-ish to go down to the states. After a brief stopover at the border (some asshole is using my name
, and it occasionally causes me some delay while the border guards determine that I am not six foot three and do not have a large neck tattoo) we unloaded a mess of books at the used bookstores in Bellingham, and acquired more but not quite as many more. I now have Fred Pohl's autobiography, which I am told is what reading his blog is like. Since I really enjoyed his blog, this works for me.
After spending more time than expected in the bookstores (shocking, I know) we drove down to Seattle to catch papersky
's reading at the University Bookstore. We caught most of the reading (first chapter of My Real Children), and got to say hello to her and commiserate about Aspects, which was pleasant.
And then we had dinner, and trekked back to the border in a second attempt at landing. This was, I believe, the easiest interaction I have ever had with anyone at the border. We were all set to hand over a full stack of documentation, marriage licenses and birth certificates and diplomas and all that, and the officer just looked at the forms and ran through some paperwork and some routine questions, and we were in. Bit anticlimactic, really. He was also nice enough to waive the customs duty on the cider we were bringing back, so there's that.
So now we are officially Permanent Residents, or Landed Immigrants if you prefer the older term. In about three years we can apply for citizenship (I say 'about' because the residency requirement is 'three years out of the last four, time before becoming a permanent resident only counts half'). Meanwhile we'll likely have to renew our Permanent Residency at least once, but that just consists of filling out a form saying that we've been resident in Canada for at least two of the last five years and aren't currently in the process of being kicked out of the country.
And then on Sunday we went down to Commercial Drive with half the rest of the population of Vancouver for an Italian street festival. It was seriously crowded down there; I have not been surrounded by that many people outside in a long time. It was good; lots of neat stuff, including jitterbugging commedia dell'arte clowns. Just... busy.
I haven't mentioned Chaos lately, have I? He used to be a pretty heavyset cat, but over the summer and fall he slimmed down. Eventually it got to the point where it was clearly not "wet food is good for him" but "something is wrong," so back in I guess January we took him to the vet. Turned out his thyroid was going nuts. So we spent a few months pilling him to get the thyroid down and confirm that it wasn't masking any other underlying issues (it wasn't), and now tomorrow uilos
takes him to the vet to get his thyroid nuked.
They'll keep him for a week to make sure he's okay and also so we don't have to dispose of radioactive cat poop. I appreciate this but it'll be very strange not having him around. Then for a week or so after that it'll be even stranger: he'll still be mildly radioactive so he's not allowed to sit in anyone's lap. This... will not go well. I am honestly more worried about having to tell him "no you can't come sit on me" for a couple of weeks than I am about the nuking.
After that... I expect we'll get to start giving him an anti-inflammatory for his hips. Joy. At least he'll be happier.