Too pooped to think of a clever title
RW and MG drove up by themselves yesterday (that would be Sunday) so they could register MG for school today.
- 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.]
And soon I will be a Landed Immigrant!