Too pooped to think of a clever title

We're here. It took a day and a half longer than it was supposed to, due to packing madness and U-Haul screwups, but we're all here now and so is all our stuff.

RW and MG drove up by themselves yesterday (that would be Sunday) so they could register MG for school today.

Today I:

• Woke up at 6:30 to do some more packing.
  
• Supervised 3 guys who came to load the truck, and then called RW's dad and had him help suvervise when my supervising didn't seem to be going so well.
  
• Finished packing and supervising the 3 guys' help with packing and cleaning
• Drove the 26-foot truck here (yes, 26-foot. They were out of 24-footers)--50 MPH all the way with no caravan to shelter me! Woo-hoo!
• Survived (although I did not entirely prevail in) an encounter with Customs and Immigration, during which I discovered that I do not have (or cannot find, which amounts to the same thing right now) a Very Important Document that I need to present in order to become landed, and will have to call Buffalo tomorrow to have them send a copy. But they let me in anyway as a visitor, and let RW (who had come back down to the border to vouch for me) import all our stuff as a returning citizen. So the only serious implication right now is that I can't work, and can't get on the waiting list for BC health, until I have it. It should be all straightened out soon. [though it kind of kills me to know with near-certainty that that document is SOMEWHERE in our boxes. There's no way we'd find it in time, though, short of a complete miracle.]
  
• Supervised and helped the two very nice guys RW found to unload the truck and carry our 200-odd boxes up the driveway and a flight of stairs.
• I also had some excellent sushi, which I ate while sitting on the cooler in the new kitchen, and shared a late-night cider with RW. And had the satisfaction of realizing that I have worked a 16+ hour day today and seen all our stuff more-or-less successfully from one house to the other. [we'll find out how successfully when we unpack and see what broke.]
  

Tomorrow is the Mermaid Girl's 7th birthday. We are going to the Big Amusement Park. I plan to sit on many benches, drinking cold drinks while MG rides the rides. I think I've had enough excitement for a while.

And soon I will be a Landed Immigrant!