Yesterday was a day of event: The Eldest arrived with a car after a brief bit of confusion at the border, which was finally straightened out with faxes of handwritten authorizations, copies of The Wife’s passport (car is in her name), and a revised customs form. Interesting that the US side, where everything was in order, offered surly and rude customs agents, and the Canadian side, where there really was a mixup that required the faxing, agents were affable and helpful.
The Eldest had to get the faxes in an Exxon station run by an Indian couple. After a first failed attempt and then a successful second attempt, she asked how much she owed for using the fax, and they would not take money. “We are immigrants ourselves,” they said, “and there are so many forms and steps. People were helpful, and we want to pay it forward.” Small daily kindnesses and courtesies make a big difference in quality of life.
And our own quality of life should improve today when our household goods get moved in. We are awaiting arrival of the mover now. I suspect little blogging today.
A great shave helps one sustain hope. 
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