Today was the big shopping spree. Janey had scouted out a
huge wig store in Buffalo across the border and off we went looking for that
one perfect gorgeous, silk chemo scarf. She had to remind me to take my
passport. Hmm. Anyway, we walk into the store and in utter disbelief realize
there is not one scarf in the entire store. Not one. The manager said, "I
get that a lot." Hmm. I'm sure we were the mall's briefest shoppers
ever--in and out in minutes. Lovely tea with Laura, Janey's friend from Honduras days, and then back across the
border.
"No, wait. You plan to stay SIX MONTHS? Do you have proof of
residence?" Apparently the reason I've been getting in and out of Canada
so easily all these years is that my proof of residency was the hunk in the
driver's seat. The nice guard said I could carry my marriage license around
with me instead if I wanted. Hmm. Wonder where that piece of paper could be. We trundled
along inside to tell my story. It's an interesting story. The guard smiled. Let
me in. Welcome to Canada.
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