Atlanta Redux (and a plea for immigration help)
Monday, March 26th, 2007So yes. In answer to the age-old Bob Marley question “Is it love, is it love, is it love, is it love that I’m feelin’?” the answer is “yes it is, yes it is, yes it is, just ask it once and then shut up and let me answer please Bob Marley.”
This here lady makes me very happy.
So. Atlanta was good. Among other things, I visited the aquarium, where I discovered that belugas are awesome, sea lions love to get it on with their little swirly cones, and otters are lazy jerks. The puppet museum is terrifyingly awesome, with a life-size Skexis to freak the hell out of adults and children alike, and provide fodder to spend an afternoon irritating a loved one by poking her repeatedly and ending every sentence with hmmmnngghhyesss? while craning your neck to the side. The Oakville Cemetery is huge and huge and bloody amazingly huge. Photo essay when time allows. Fried catfish and Georgia-style BBQ is great, as are local beers Sweetwater 420 and Anchor Steam. Matts are better when you cluster them in groups of three or more. Video bowling is a lot like real bowling but with fewer guys named Gene admiring your “form.” Atlanta’s commuter train system is very clean and you can buy perfume samples from guys who run around selling them illicitily. Grits are just kind of okay, like creamed corn but without any of the fun. The Museum of Design exhibit on the Cartoon Network was a bunch of Cartoon Network stuff on the walls with very little explanation or context, but that’s okay.
It’s okay because I spent it with somebody awesome.
So Kali (which is the name I’ll be using for her; it’s not her birth name but she likes to keep a certain distance between her online self and her IRL self due to some creepy former problems that I can certainly relate to) wants to join me here in Quebec, but it’s a laborious process made more complicated by the fact that, well, hey, Quebec. ‘Nuff said. So we’re starting to really pore over the ins and outs of all this, and while she visits the Canadian Consulate for advice I’ll be doing the same thing with the ministère de l’Immigration et des Communautés culturelles here in Quebec (when I can find time). There are a few plans on the table, but I’m pretty keen on staying in Canada as a bare minimum, and preferably remaining rooted in Sherbrooke until the house is paid off (which will actually happen rather soon) at which point it could possibly be rented as an income source while other options are explored.
I’ve already gotten some good advice from Frank Cormier about bringin’ special ladies up from the U.S. to Canada, but more tips and pointers would always be welcome if anyone’s got any.