23 April 2008

Going, going... Part I

Having a moment's peace, I thought I'd post a bit of an update re the - hopeful - sale of the house. When last we heard [insert radio mystery music]... The folks that made a verbal counter-offer that was allegedly pending their seeing the inside of the garage - these are the low-ballers returned - didn't show.

Then, on 15 April, their agent (L) contacted my agent (B) to say that he would be sending the amended purchase agreement; no comment about not having seen the garage. On the 17th they sent the signed amendment to the purchase agreement BUT changed the date to 26 May, Memorial Day. They had verbally agreed to 6 June. 26 May wasn't going to work because I'm still in F'ton, P's mother is visiting, and 7YO is still in school. B called L to see what, if anything, could be done around the date conflict. L then called back. It sounds like he essentially told his clients that the date they had written in wasn't what he and our agent had agreed to. I think he was annoyed with them. They wanted to know why the 26th wouldn't work and he apparently told them that why we couldn't really didn't matter, we couldn't, maybe we had kids in school, etc... Apparently they just picked that date because they will be here for the holiday weekend. L then told B that he expected to get a revised document that night - the 17th - or first thing the next morning.

Friday came and went. Nothing. No call. No email. Nothing. Then, after I about had a complete meltdown on Saturday, ready to cash it in, we went out and about for the day. Returning at 2:15, the phone rang. It was B saying that L had called, that he was "on his way" with the earnest money check and signed amendment. B was going into a meeting at 2:30 and said that she would call back before if he, indeed, showed up. The phone rang five minutes later.

She had the check and the signed amendment with a closing date of 15 June. We arranged to go to her office at 4:15.

But, she had had to remind L that the original offer still carried a contingency of the garage inspection. So, he called to set up a showing. The desk called to set it up and, because he didn't have his realtor's key, he wanted to know if I would mind being here to show him the garage. Mind? I didn't really want to meet the guy, but I would have crawled to the garage if that was what it took.

I sent my house guest, 7YO, and pup off for a walk. L showed up, checked out the garage, said he was satisfied, and off he went.

We went to B's office at 4:15, signed the papers, and left.

Today is Wednesday. This morning B received an email from L saying that he had faxed the amendment, removing the contingency, to his clients on Monday and had not yet had it returned. They also have to address the closing date because, as I pointed out, the 15th is a Sunday. Nonetheless, short of a medical emergency or some other catastrophe, we're pulling out of here on Thursday, 12 June. More on that in the next post.

So, once they return the amendment removing the contingency, if they walk, we keep the $5K earnest money and start over again. I'm, of course, three-quarters of the way holding my breath for the amendment. Then I'll only halfway hold my breath until closing.

Bottom line is that we sold for 91% of initial asking, a little over 95% of the reduced price. Cash sale, no appraisal required, no inspection requested. So, I'm not complaining at all. It's not what we'd hoped for, but in this market, we're more than fine with it. Now if I could just not be holding my breath!

19 April 2008

Sold

Yes, it's true, we signed the purchase agreement late this afternoon. Barring the unexpected - which with these clowns wouldn't be shocking - we will pre-sign the week of 9 June and leave town on 12 June. I'll post more on this later, but I am so exhausted I can barely think. I'm going to go collapse now.

13 April 2008

The Saga...

Picture this - it's Saturday morning. You have an open house scheduled for 2 pm. You're cleaning house, picking up. P returns from walking the dog and mentions that one of the downspouts has fallen off the house. Well, we can't get it fixed today, let's put it in the garage, you say. So, P goes to put it in the garage, in a way that it's not sitting there screaming, "Here I am, I fell off the house." Unable to do so because half the garage has boxes, toys, etc., she thinks, "Maybe I'll just lay it alongside the garage." Nobody ever walks by there because while it's on an alley, our access in from the street.

I'm sitting inside at the dining room table when P walks in, tells 7YO to be quiet so that she can make a phone call, says nothing to me and dials what I recognize as only being 9-1-1. She then reports that our garage has been "tagged." I thought I was going to have a heart attack, but when I realized that she meant the side of the garage and not the doors, I was actually relieved!

A couple of cans of some Kilz-like product later, it's not horrible. The garage could use some fresh paint anyway - if it ever warms up here - but the main thing is it now looks more like it's been primed, in general, not just covered tagging.

We had the open house, had a good turn out and then had a showing that was a second visit. They brought what appeared to be a set of parents with them, then, after the alleged parents left, the couple spent half an hour in front of the house talking with their realtor. So, will it turn into an offer? Who knows. The folks that made a verbal counter-offer that was allegedly pending their seeing the inside of the garage - these are the low-ballers returned - didn't show. We were not surprised.

So, the saga continues. Another day of getting everything "show ready." 7YO is NOT happy. Yesterday, in the car - we had to be out of the house with the dog and it was cold and snow showering - he said, "This was a horrible idea. Why do we have to sell the house?"

More as soon as it happens...

12 April 2008

Immigration/Deportation

I don't usually like to post entire articles, but this one demands it...

April 12, 2008
Legal Immigrants, Until They Sought Citizenship
By JULIA PRESTON
(c) The New York Times

SELINSGROVE, Pa. — Dr. Pedro Servano always believed that his journey from his native Philippines to the life of a community doctor in Pennsylvania would lead to American citizenship.

But the doctor, who has tended to patients here in the Susquehanna Valley for more than a decade, is instead battling a deportation order along with his wife.

The Servanos are among a growing group of legal immigrants who reach for the prize and permanence of citizenship, only to run afoul of highly technical immigration statutes that carry the severe penalty of expulsion from the country. For the Servanos, the problem has been a legal hitch involving their marital status when they came from the Philippines some 25 years ago.

Largely overlooked in the charged debate over illegal immigration, many of these are long-term legal immigrants in the United States who were confident of success when they applied for naturalization, and would have continued to live here legally had they not sought to become citizens.

As applications for naturalization have surged, overburdened federal examiners, under pressure to make quick decisions and also weed out any security risks, prefer to err on the side of rejection, immigration lawyers and independent researchers said. In 2007, 89,683 applications for naturalization were denied, about 12 percent of those presented.

In the last 12 years, denial rates have been consistently higher than at any time since the 1920s.

Though precise figures are not available, an increasing number of these denials involve immigrants who believed they were in good legal standing, according to lawyers and researchers. Under the law, a number of grounds for naturalization denial can lead to an order of deportation, and appeals are more limited than in criminal cases.

“It’s no wonder there are so many illegal immigrants,” said Brad Darnell, an electrical engineer from Canada living in California who applied for citizenship but is also now fighting deportation. “The legal method is so intolerant and confusing.”

A legal immigrant since 1991, Mr. Darnell is married to an American and has two American-born sons. But after he presented his naturalization application last year, Mr. Darnell discovered that a 10-year-old conviction for domestic violence involving a former girlfriend, even though it had been reduced to a misdemeanor and erased from his public record, made him ineligible to become a citizen — or even to continue living in the United States.

Since 1996, when an immigration law overhaul first brought intensified scrutiny of citizenship applications, at least 85,000 naturalizations have been turned down each year.

The record year was 2000, when 399,670 applications were denied, one-third of those presented, according to an analysis by the Migration Policy Institute, a nonpartisan research organization. More recent denial rates remain high, but have fallen from the peak because more immigrants have prepared with civics classes and immigrant advocates before applying to become citizens, researchers said.

In three recent cases in Florida, aspiring citizens thought their green cards entitled them to vote or register to vote before they were sworn in as Americans. When the immigrants reported their elections activities on their applications, not only were their naturalizations rejected, but they were also ordered to leave the country, according to their lawyer, Jeffrey Brauwerman.

In a current Florida case, a British-born businessman saw his naturalization derailed and was detained for deportation because he forgot to update his home address with the immigration agency, Mr. Brauwerman said. He was charged with ignoring a notice in which immigration examiners mistakenly accused him of a felony he had never committed.

In a case that drew Congressional attention this year in Illinois, Marin Turcinovic, an immigrant from Croatia, was twice denied citizenship because he did not show up at the immigration office to be fingerprinted. As his lawyer explained to no avail, Mr. Turcinovic was a quadriplegic, dependent on a ventilator and unable to leave his home.

Mr. Turcinovic died in April 2004 without becoming a citizen, creating an immigration crisis for his French widow, Corina, who had taken care of him. In January Representative Daniel Lipinski, Democrat of Illinois, presented a bill that halted her deportation.

Immigration officials say denials have increased in the last decade because naturalization applications are increasing. They note that approvals are rising as well. In 1996 naturalizations soared for the first time to more than one million, and they remained above 450,000 each year through 2007.

“Whenever we see a period when large numbers decide to apply, there tend to be larger numbers of people who are not ready or might not meet the requirements,” said Chris Rhatigan, a spokeswoman for Citizenship and Immigration Services.

Officials said the majority of denials went to applicants who failed a required civics and English language test or fell short of residency requirements. Those immigrants generally can try again.

But as the case of the Servano family illustrates, some denials come as a shock to both the applicants and the communities they call home.

Dr. Servano’s mother, five siblings and eight of his wife’s siblings became naturalized citizens, including one brother and two brothers-in-law who made careers in the Navy. His four children are Americans by virtue of being born here. He has been a legal immigrant in the United States for 25 years.

Following an outcry from neighbors, patients and local officials, Department of Homeland Security officials in December temporarily suspended the Servanos’ deportation. The Servanos and their supporters, including Senator Arlen Specter, Republican of Pennsylvania, are using the unusual reprieve to pursue new legal efforts to resolve the couple’s case.

For the federal government and for many Americans, naturalizations — the legal process by which legal immigrants become citizens — are a measure of immigrants’ willingness to join the society and embrace its civic values.

To become a citizen, a legal permanent resident must have lived in the United States more or less continuously for five years, or three years for the spouse of a citizen. The immigrant must demonstrate good moral character and allegiance to the Constitution, and pass a test of English ability and civics. Since 2002, citizenship applicants also undergo an extensive background check by the Federal Bureau of Investigation.

Applicants fail the moral character standard if they have been convicted of certain sex, drug or gambling charges or are “habitual drunkards.” They also can fail if they give “false testimony,” a term immigration lawyers say is subject to broad interpretation.

Dr. Servano and his wife, Salvacion, lived for years in the United States with no inkling they might have violated the law. They met in the Philippines when she was a nurse and he was a young traveling doctor. Her strict father insisted she marry, they said, but his family wanted him to wait.

In the early 1980s, their mothers came separately to the United States as legal immigrants and petitioned for residence visas, known as green cards, for Pedro and Salvacion under the category of unmarried children. But between the time the visas were requested and when they were issued in 1985, Pedro and Salvacion, hoping to escape conflicting parental demands, secretly married in the Philippines.

Unaware that their marriage could have violated the terms of their green cards, the Servanos settled in the United States. He completed a second medical residency here and began to practice in blue-collar towns where he made house calls and was known for attention to everyday ills. He and Salvacion married in New Jersey in 1987. They renewed their green cards punctually.

“My goal is to be fully functional and integrated into the society,” Dr. Servano said. They presented their 1991 naturalization applications without seeking a lawyer.

Immigration inspectors reviewing their applications discovered a record of their Philippine marriage. Accused of lying, they were ordered deported. In years of immigration court appeals, the Servanos had no opportunity to present broader evidence of their character, their lawyers said.

People in Selinsgrove and nearby Sunbury, Susquehanna Valley towns where Dr. Servano practices, were surprised to hear in October that the couple had received a final order with a November date for their deportation. Aside from his medical work, he and his wife had bought two blighted buildings on the square in Sunbury, refurbishing them with apartments and offices. Mrs. Servano opened a store, selling lottery tickets, homemade Filipino bread and DVDs in Tagalog, a Philippine language.

In November, more than 100 residents gathered in the Sunbury square for a candlelight vigil on behalf of the Servanos. Thousands of Filipinos in the United States have signed petitions supporting them.

“The fact that they want to displace and get rid of people we here feel are exceptionally good citizens quite frankly just doesn’t make any sense,” said Mayor Jesse C. Woodring of Sunbury.

The Servanos, huddled on the couch in their home in a Selinsgrove development, seemed numb at the prospect of returning to the Philippines.

“I live here, so I like America now,” Mrs. Servano said. “For 25 years we’ve been here; we didn’t even visit the Philippines. So it’s really hard.”

Their son, Peter, 16, an American, expressed his siblings’ anguish about being forced to separate either from their parents or from the only home they know.

“I want to stay here because all my friends are here, and I’ve grown up here, so it would be hard to leave,” Peter said. “But it would be hard not to go.”

Michael Gilhooly, a spokesman for Immigration and Customs Enforcement, which handles deportations, said the Servanos’ removal had been suspended based on new information from Mr. Specter about their humanitarian role. Other immigration officials said the Servanos could recover their legal status by applying for new green cards as parents of citizen children.

For links to more stories on their case go here.

09 April 2008

Recall Clearance Letter

I thought a diversion from real estate might be in order - though I hope to have news by the weekend. Things were going fine regarding the above referenced letter. I found the info on Honda and checked out the "Owner Link" website. I discovered that our car had had a recall in 1999. More on that in a moment! I then spoke with to a very nice and helpful woman at American Honda. Found out what I needed to fax to them to get the letter. Then I asked about the "recall" because I knew they couldn't issue a clearance if there was an outstanding recall on the vehicle. She said that I would need to talk with our dealer, they would have to address the "recall," notify American Honda, and that they could then send the letter.

I emailed with a really nice guy at the dealership. But, here's why recall is in quotation marks above... The "recall" is a problem with the driver's side Honda floor mat, which we never purchased. If we did have the floor mat, and wished to keep it, we would bring the car in and they would install a bolt that would keep it from catching on the accelerator. But, since we don't have the mat, we have to bring the car in so that they can see that we don't have the mat. Now, call me crazy, but what's to keep me from taking the mat out, going to the dealership, then putting the mat back in? I mean, obviously that would be stupid since they would be fixing it for free and eliminating a risk. But, doesn't it seem a bit ridiculous to have to drive up there so that they can look and go, "Oh, no mat" and make the notation in the database? Grrrr... Bureaucracy.

Fortunately we've got some work to be done before driving 2000 miles anyway and we'll just go sooner rather than later, but geez... So, once we can find half a day to spend at the dealership, we can get this one checked off the "moving stuff" list.

Hard to believe that two months from today we could be in Fredericton. I wonder, wonder...

03 April 2008

A is for Anxiety

Well, we're into the sixth week of our house being on the market. The average in our neighborhood is right around two months. It has been some real ups and downs. Without all the boring details, we've gone back and forth with someone who is clearly interested but who, it appears, has an agent who doesn't understand the neighborhood, etc. We're only $6K apart, but I don't think we'll come to a "meeting of the minds" because he has them convinced, it seems, that they should get a HUGE discount for cash. Some discount, yes, but not what they have in mind. The good news is that we've had a flurry of showings this week and have two more tomorrow as well as an open on Saturday. All limbs and digits crossed.

This is really wearing me down. Between keeping the house sparkling clean and neat and just not knowing exactly when we're leaving, etc. I am losing my mind. Add to that dealing with the bank, realtor, and builder in Canada and I'm about ready to jump off the deep end. But, there are moments of progress and/or good news. I emailed with our Canadian attorney today and she's going to take a look at the construction contract gratis. I don't really think there's anything at issue, but a set of informed and objective eyes would be great.

We'd still like to leave mid-June, but we've figured out that if a 5 June closing/possession is what it takes, we'll pack the truck while 7YO is at his last day of school. Weirdly reminiscent of my high school graduation in Florida. I got home late that night and we left in the truck and cars for Ohio the next morning. I really want to be in Fredericton for Canada Day, but if it doesn't work, it doesn't work.

It's going to be a busy nine weeks or so. Although we've been weeding for over a year, we can't actually start packing until we no longer have to show the house. My office is looking very spare. I'll be going back to Tucson 10-13 May to take care of a few things for my mother before moving even farther away. P's mother arrives on the 15th. Finals, graduation, etc. all wrap up on the 17th. I'll be in Fredericton 20-27 May - partly for a conference, partly for house stuff. P's mother leaves the day I return. Then, depending upon when we are actually leaving - if we know by then - I'll return to only a week or so until we leave. My mother will be joining us at some point as she is driving East with us. It's going to be one heck of a spring here!

I thought I'd post some semblance of an update so there you have it! Can't wait until I'm posting that title: "SOLD!"

24 March 2008

Fredericton

I'm remiss in my posting, but the week just blew by!

We arrived in F'ton on Monday evening, 17 March, and were met by our realtor and host, K. On Tuesday we had the most beautiful blue sky day. Perfect for our first stroll to the back of the lot. P and I wore snowshoes as w/out it was easy to sink to at least knee high. We met the builder and talked about the siting, etc. We also realized that if we position things right, and the property behind us remains empty, we have a bit of a view to the river. After picking up lunch, we went back to K's house and spent several hours with the builder getting questions answered, etc. Later that afternoon - at least I think it was that afternoon - K and her husband, H, occupied 7YO for a couple of hours so that P and I could look at flooring, etc.

On Wednesday we visited more stores, including the place from which we'll get the woodstove, and had lunch with the fellow from whom we may be subletting this summer. Then we visited the school that 7YO will attend. They call it "Little House on the Prairie with electricity." It has about 100 students, one class per grade, and is just down the hill from the property. 7YO has been attending a French Immersion school here and we debated his continuing, but that decision was made easier by the province's (unpopular) decision to cut early immersion. Perhaps I can post on that another time. What really upset me is that they are also cutting early core French so we'll have to find a tutor, lest he lose what he's gained these past two years.

We did a bunch of running around on Thursday; had to make a trek to Chapters, of course, but also found some building materials (e.g., tile) that we love. On Thursday evening our hosts invited a law prof and his wife, recently retired from the library where P would like to work, as well as a couple of others to dinner. When these guys do dinner it's a four hour event. No kidding. They are both professional and avocational foodies. As in January, it was awesome.

Friday was a holiday so we just hung out, packed, worked on housing info, etc. 7YO got to see more deer hanging out in the back yard and play with our hosts' dogs. I think he was just in heaven.

On Friday night we opted for a hotel so that we would be closer to the airport as we had to get up at 3:15 to make a 5:45 flight. We did so and while waiting at the gate the flight was cancelled for mechanical reasons. I about had a meltdown. But, they got us on a flight to Ottawa with a connection to Toronto, reasoning that we were less likely to get stuck on Toronto than F'ton. There wasn't another flight available from F'ton that day and with the weather there was a chance that the next morning would be problematic, too. So, by 10:30 am we were in Toronto. But, there were no more flights to Minnesota on Saturday so we stayed at the airport Hilton courtesy of Air Canada.

We went to a place called the Playdium so that 7YO could have some fun and then hung out at the hotel. But, the highlight of the delay was, as you likely have already seen, is that we got to meet Tom and Emilio of Canadian Hope! They drove out to the hotel and picked us up and off we went for brunch. Not that you have any doubts, but they are just as fabulous as I imagined they'd be. We're looking forward to being able to see them in the Maritimes this summer!

Our flight left around quarter to 5 Sunday afternoon and we were back at our house by about 7 Sunday evening. Not quite the 10:30 Saturday morning that it was supposed to be, but well worth it having been able to meet the guys.

This morning I had a meeting with my dean to talk about options for some distance teaching following my sabbatical and while I don't want to post details here, I am comfortable saying that things look promising for my being able to work for the university while remaining in F'ton. Fingers crossed. He's going to walk it through the VP's office, but doesn't imagine a problem.

That's about it for today. I'm exhausted! More as it happens!

13 March 2008

Crash and Burn

Oh, where shall I begin?

Without posting details that are better left confidential, the first thing on my list would be to note that there was a job possibility in F'ton that evaporated. Not filled by someone else, but cancelled for bureaucratic reasons.

The second thing would be that I found out yesterday that I will not be getting any funding from one of the sources to which I applied. And, I'm more disturbed by process than outcome. I found the list of 2008 recipients on the web! But, I've heard nothing directly - not from the funding source and not from my nominator.

I'm actually okay with both of the above as I really want to take a real sabbatical and focus on the research project and have some time for my own health, etc., but the latter would have been nice.

I'm also still waiting for the bureaucracy to take care of the fact that my contract letter for an overload was never processed and, therefore, I was missing about $600 extra dollars from my paycheck. C'mon people.

Then, this morning, as P and I stopped for bagels, there were the headlines of both local papers. One, referring to the housing market, said, "Sinking Fast." The other said, "Credit mess means Twin Cities homes selling for less." Nice. So, here we are.

I have done incredibly well with the uncertainty of everything up to this point, but I'm now kind of hanging on by a thread. For some bizarre reason I keep thinking way more optimistically than is typical for me. But, yeah, I'm pretty much freaking out.

The good news, as I've said before, is that we can easily rent the house, though we'd have to refinance to do so. So, we'll see what the next month brings, but, man-o-man, I can't wait for it to be July so whatever happens has happened!

08 March 2008

In her dreams...

Well, I have a few minutes before dashing out again so I thought I'd post a brief update.

We listed the house on Monday, 25 Feb. We had the realtors' open on Tuesday, the 26th. Between Wednesday and Saturday we had six showings. On Sunday, the 2nd of March, we had an open house. Seventeen groups showed up; good for this market and time of year. There was a repeat showing on Monday. On Friday, we got an offer - don't start clapping. She offered 13% below asking. Yeah, right. Not even in this market. Our realtor said that normally she would just say something like, "Thank you for taking the time to present the offer, but we're not interested." But, the market being what it is, she suggested we counter with what we would actually accept, telling her that was the best we could do. So, we did. And, we've heard nothing so I'm sure she walked/balked. Otherwise it was an almost perfect offer - cash, no inspection, etc. But, she did want a slightly earlier closing than we'd like. That we can live with - for the right price. But, since we're already losing money on the deal, we can only go so low. And, only 10 days into it, not a chance we'd take something like that. I'll refinance and rent before we get that screwed.

Just got a call for another showing tomorrow. So, we keep our fingers crossed and I watch my blood pressure go off the charts. Keeping the house "show-ready" with a black lab mix and 7YO is no easy task. It was -1 F this morning, "feels like -14," so not exactly the weather in which someone wants to go house hunting either. But, spring will be here someday.

Other than that, we're just waiting for a week from Monday when we leave for F'ton. Hope all is well in your world - and that it's warmer!!

03 March 2008

Invasion

Rather than post a long comment over on their blog, I thought I'd post something here in response to the Leap Day post by Canada Calling.

On Monday, 2 October 2000, P called me at work to tell me that someone had broken into our home. We'd hired a friend, A, to let our dog out mid-day. She had walked into the kitchen via the side door and, knowing how neat we are, knew something was wrong. There was food on the counter and there were bags on the floor. She called P- from our phone - and P told her to get out of the house. We raced home and met A, as well as the police.

We didn't have a security system and - don't you know it - for the first time ever I had left a first floor, back of the house, bedroom window open. There were half-full duffel bags - ours - open on the floor. Clearly A had interrupted them and they fled the same way they had entered. I say "they" because I am sure that someone was playing lookout while other(s) packed.

Our insurance claim was for about $10,000. A lot for us. We both lost diamonds that had belonged to grandparents. I lost one grandmother's wedding ring, another grandmother's charm bracelet, my own charm bracelet from high school, class rings, and a baby necklace that I'm wearing in a photo taken when I was about a year old. We lost all kinds of other jewelry. Fortunately we were wearing our custom made bands at the time. And, my baby bracelet got stuck in the seam of the box and was still there, alone.

They didn't get to the family silver or my 35 mm. They didn't get the brand new TV/VCR. But, they got lots. And, they went threw our closets. Stuff was strewn all over our bed.

In addition to the jewelry, we lost the obvious - CD player, CDs, stereo receiver. We also lost clothing, a leather jacket, shampoo out of the shower, a hairbrush, a 500 count bottle of ibuprofen, food out of the fridge, a bag of Halloween candy... And, our luggage. They had to pack in something. They even lifted the tray of flatware right out of the kitchen drawer.

But, here's the weird thing. We had hundred of dollars of unopened baby clothing, toys, blankets, etc. that could easily have been returned to Target, etc. They didn't take one single thing that was baby-related. Some might say they were guys who didn't realize how much that stuff costs. I've always thought that a woman was involved - they did take women's clothing, hairbrush, etc. - and that that was where she drew the line. No baby stuff.

We had to chuckle - we had to - because we don't keep alcohol on hand, no cigarettes, no drugs, no weapons. They took a pizza out of the freezer and left it on the counter. It was vegan. We were glad that, once they realized we were GLBT - hard not to figure that out with a huge "March on Washington" poster hanging - they hadn't vandalized us just for fun.

Our dog was crated and they gave him a few Frosty Paws and dumped a small bag of biscuits in his crate. The cat was probably hiding. We were grateful they didn't harm our pets or let the dog out to run.

Between being obsessively detail oriented and really organized I had every little detail for the police report, claim, etc. We had been grocery shopping the day before and I even knew that they took a block of cheddar! But, even with all the jewelry detail and serial numbers, we never recovered a thing.

This was actually one of the events that put me on the road to being pretty anti-consumption or "it's just stuff." I had to be glad that our pets weren't harmed, that A wasn't harmed, that the house hadn't been trashed. Although I still wish I hadn't lost the family stuff, I can't take it with me. Right? Going to Mississippi after Katrina and clearing someone's house of everything she owned, and leaving almost all of it for the trash collector, was another pivotal event. It's just stuff.

Now, we have a security system, but we joke that there's nothing left to take. Of course that's not entirely true. But, it is true that we have no more grandparents' jewelry. Anything we have of value - that is capable of being replaced - can be replaced with a trip to Best Buy.

Let me note - I'm not writing this to say that such an event is a non-event. It's huge. Trust me - going to bed knowing that they had been rifling through the closet that afternoon was just, well, yuk. I thought I'd post this to let CC know that at least one other in our blog community knows what it's like. And it sucks.

In meeting with our builder I mentioned that I wanted double hung windows; the kinds with the little "locks" so that you can open the windows from the top. Small community or not, I don't think I'll ever sleep alone with a window open from the bottom. I haven't since I lived in Boston and experienced a break-in. Everything leaves its mark. Time marches on, but not with the windows open.

01 March 2008

It's March!

I can't quite believe that it's March. We've had six showings of the house since Wednesday and there's an open house tomorrow. Fingers constantly crossed. Ankles, elbows...

It's been a couple of weeks of, "I can't complain." A good friend of mine from grad school had his childhood home, where his father still lived, burn to the ground. His father was gone at the time so he wasn't hurt, but lost everything. A friend from law school went into labor at 20 weeks and lost one of her twin boys. Then it stopped and she hasn't yet delivered the other. If he can hold on another four weeks things will look better. Little Samuel weighed only 10 ounces when he came. That afternoon another friend from law school emailed that her mother had had a massive stroke and wasn't expected to make it. They had her on life support while A and her husband made the 8 hour drive to be with her. So, all in all, even when yesterday I was having such a bad day, I just kept thinking about how it wasn't really that bad at all.

In other news, well, there isn't any. It's all about living in the "perfect" house - as in perfectly clean, perfectly organized, etc. Kind of how I lived when I was single. Ha, ha. But, no more.

Two weeks from Monday we head to F'ton. Looking forward to it, but I'm sure I said that already. Hope all is well with you!

23 February 2008

Hate

I just don't know what to say.
Boy’s Killing, Labeled a Hate Crime, Stuns a Town

The memorial site for Lawrence King, 15.

22 February 2008

Ahhhh...

I have about an hour more of touch-up painting and I have to get something for where the vinyl meets the carpet, but, except for a weekend of cleaning, we're done. We had the "Truth-in-Housing" inspection yesterday and there may be a few things we get asked to do, but nothing earthshattering. A lot of stuff is "grandparented" for a 90 year old house. E.g., we can't do much about the headroom on the stairs to the basement. But, ask me how annoying it is to have things identified that we paid someone to do! Oh, like the wrong kind of cap on a $3200 chimney. Grrr... But, painful wrist and exhaustion aside, the place looks great. After Sunday it's all about maintaining a level of cleanliness and order - and holding our collective breath.

In other news, we leave for F'ton three weeks from Monday. I sure hope the weather doesn't prevent us from reaching our destination. If we get stranded in Toronto I'm calling one of you! But, seriously, I don't care if we get stranded once we're there, but I do hope it's clear skies all around.

I can't believe how much has to happen in the next what I've taken to calling "hopefully-less-than-four-months." But, I just have to keep reminding myself to breathe. One day at a time, right?

Just watch for the posting that has me screaming, "Sold!!!" Fingers, toes, ankles, arms crossed.

16 February 2008

Woo-hoo!

Greetings from the world of home repairs. The list is getting shorter. Porch light fixed. Check. Kitchen cupboards painted and installed. Check. Kitchen blind hung. Check. And so on. I have to admit - I can't believe how good the kitchen looks. Tomorrow I'll see if I can get the basement finished - though 7YO will be home most of the day, so it's a toss up. The only thing that it might be tough to finish by next weekend is some painting/scraping on the back porch. If only it weren't fast approaching zero - degrees that is! A month from tomorrow - weather permitting - we all head up to F'ton. Can't wait. It would sure be nice to go up there having sold the house, but that's not likely to happen in this market.

Well, just thought I'd post a quick update. More as it happens!

14 February 2008

Update, or not...

No news. I'm still exhausted - caulking, painting, sanding... But, we are getting somewhere. Our bedroom now looks great. I really have to crack up at how great things will be, but how we never managed to do them for us to enjoy. I just called an electrician - to fix the porch light that has been out for-ever.

Both the builder and realtor in F'ton have been sick and dealing with snow/ice storms. So, no movement there either. I do have everything lined up with the lender, attorney, funds, etc. so that whenever we can move forward on things we'll be ready.

Things at work are hopping, too. I'm teaching an extra course and a half. P is working three part-time jobs; offers too good to turn down. And, it's still cold. But, if all were to go well we'd be driving from Chicago to Cleveland four months from today. We'll see...

So, just wanted to say, "hi" even though I've not much to add. Hope everyone is well!

03 February 2008

Exhaustion

I am beat. Thursday I met with the guy who is going to do some repairs for us. Saturday we spent two hours with our realtor. This morning I woke up at 5:00, wide awake, thinking about how much I have to get done around here. At 5:30 I thought, "I can either lie here thinking about it and have a stroke or I can get up and get to work." So, I got up. I had to spend and hour and a half at the Home Depot-like store. Yuk. Then it was over to Target, home, lunch, drop P at school, take 6YO shopping, drop him at a birthday party, pick up P, back to the Home Depot-like store, pick up 6YO, stop at the grocery store, have supper, collapse. P did the bath/bed routine while I cleaned up and now I'm ready to fall over. Oh, yeah, tomorrow is back to work. A friend is coming to town Friday and on Saturday 6YO will become 7YO and there's a party. My head is spinning.

We hope to be able to get the house listed by the third week of February, but that all depends on how fast we can get the work done. The stuff we've been procrastinating about for years. P decided in August 2005 that she wanted to redo the kitchen cabinets. Not done yet. The porch light hasn't worked for years. Gotta fix that. I swear, this morning I thought, "The hell with it all, I'll just stay here." For about a second. And, we're still waiting to get the bid on the new place. Nervous as - fill in your expression of choice.

I can't believe that - if all goes well - we'll be sitting in Fredericton less than five months from today, Canada Day having come and gone. Keep your fingers crossed for us. So much has to happen between now and then, much of it beyond our control. Oy!

Okay, off to have some chocolate pudding. Comfort food.

26 January 2008

Back from Fredericton

I couldn't post while I was in F'ton, but I wrote notes to post later. Here you go! More soon!

Saturday Night, 19 January
Greetings from Fredericton! I got up at 4:50 Saturday morning and started my trek to Canada. I caught a 7:15 am flight to Boston, rented a car, and arrived in Fredericton at 8:40 pm, Atlantic Time. Subtract the 45 minute stop at L.L. Bean and it took me a hair under seven hours to drive up from Boston. Just before and after the border, in Houlton, ME, I slowed down to about 40 mph and lost some time. The roads were a bit slick so, better safe than sorry. Otherwise it was clear, dry, and fast all the way up.

As I approached the border I was listening to a station of the Maine Public Broadcasting Network – Prairie Home Companion, in particular. That was a hoot. “Live from the Fitzgerald Theatre in Saint Paul…” – minutes from my house – and it was accompanying me into New Brunswick – Minnesota winter jokes and all. When I started to lose the station I switched to the Fredericton CBC station and one of my all time favorite songs was playing, Harry Nilsson’s “Everybody’s Talkin’” – you may know it from the film, Midnight Cowboy. Soon I heard Diana Ross’ “I’m Coming Out” and Patti LaBelle’s “Lady Marmalade.” Can’t think of better music for the last few miles into town. A quick stop for a Coffee Crisp and here I am!

Some might wonder why fly to Boston and drive. Well, mostly because of a really cheap ticket. Since I needed to rent a car once here anyway… If I flew into Halifax it would be a four hour drive and a plane change. If I flew into Bangor, ME it would be three hour drive and a plane change. At this time of year I prefer to avoid changing planes. Too risky in terms of cancellations, delays, etc. Flying via Toronto – also a change - was just too expensive. And, there’s currently – or at least when I booked the ticket - no air service from Boston to F’ton. The other reason was that I have an old friend in Boston so I figured if I made it to Boston and got stuck we’d just have a longer visit than lunch next Thursday! I like to drive; at least when the weather cooperates. A good car, good music, good weather – that beats a massage in my book. The footnote, of course, is that I hate driving in the dark and this time of year it can’t really be avoided. Add in those damn “Attention – Moose” signs and the anxiety meter goes way up. Nonetheless, here I am!

Tomorrow I’m scheduled to meet the realtor and the builder at 11 and discuss the house plan. Then, it’s something like meet the well driller, the re-design guy, see the actual house that was built according to the plan, etc. Can we pull this off? Stay tuned!

Monday, 21 January
Whew! Yesterday I met my realtor, K, around 11, and we had coffee and a delicious sweet bread courtesy of her husband, H, a German baker/pastry chef. We then met a well driller at the lot just to cover that base. Then we went back to her house and met up with J, the builder, and, after a chat, went to meet with the re-design guy. Then – insert drum roll – we went to see the house that had been built with the plan we had been considering. Long story short we rejected it. But, get this. The woman who lives there is a Ph.D. student in the department with which I’ll be visiting next year. Too funny! We then headed back to K’s where, with another friend of hers, we began a five hour feast. It was one series of tapas-like treats after another. Then, at the table, asparagus with prosciutto and a nice sauce. That was followed by a pea and ham soup that was out of this world. Then we had salad, followed by small pastries with a chocolate mousse-like filling dusted with confectioner’s sugar and accompanied by slices of blood orange. I don’t think I’ve ever eaten food like that prepared by a host. But, then, that’s what he does for a living. I made it back to the house just before midnight and collapsed.

This morning I spent some time looking at house plans and then went to meet with R, a guy who answered my ad on gayspaces.com. We had a delightful conversation – including his homemade cinnamon rolls – and, another long story short, it looks like we’ve got a place to stay this summer. He’s going to his cottage and will rent us his place. Coincidentally it is in the same block as the place we looked at last summer, one street over! Thus, it’s two blocks from the farmer’s market. It wouldn’t work for us long term, but it’s a perfect way to spend the summer! Dog friendly, large yard, downtown… Cool.

I also think we’ve got a house plan. More on that later. Today I also met with the guys at the university, two different mortgage lenders, a construction materials rep, opened a bank account, and picked up the papers on the land from our attorney. All in all a productive day. And, I was so glad I rented a RAV4 as it was snowing most of the day.

Wednesday, 23 January
This morning I had breakfast with one of the guys from UNB. I don’t want to write anything publicly, but I’m hopeful on a number of fronts. I then had a three hour appointment with the re-design guy and the builder. We have a house – well, a plan for a house! Whenever I can figure out how to do so, I’ll post it.

I’ll be posting details to Our Canadian Home when I can, but, in brief it’s 1428 square feet, one story with a full height basement for later finishing. We’re going as green as we can afford – it’s ICF construction – foundation and first floor – and will have a high-efficiency woodstove. Because of the ICF construction, we’ll be able to use that for heat much of the time, but we’ll also have baseboard heat - the norm in new construction, it appears. We’re going to get an estimate on putting in the things (e.g., pipes) that would allow us to add solar later without having to do anything but put the panels on and make the appropriate connections, etc. And, we’ll be adding a rain barrel. If you want to know more, check Our Canadian Home in a few days/weeks!

I didn’t get out of town until around 3:00 and drove as far as Freeport, ME where I spent the night.

Thursday, 24 January
This morning I left Maine and went to visit an old friend outside of Boston. I arrived just before 11 and left just before 3. It was great to catch up and so cool that we’ll be within driving distance. Her twin boys are about eight months older than 6YO. I’m now at Logan airport waiting to board my flight.

Last night I received an email from our realtor in MN telling me that the average listing in our neighborhood is now 100 days and suggesting we list in February rather than March. Lovely. So, I head home, the semester starting next week, with tons to get done at home. Fortunately, I’ve been weeding for a year so it’s really about repairs and some light painting, not days of weeding, sorting, removing.

As I often say, stay tuned!

17 January 2008

Duty/Tariff

I'm sure this is out there somewhere, but I've not been able to find it. Does anyone know where the tariff schedule - I think that's what they call it - is located such that one can determine the duty on items that do not appear on the Goods to Follow list?

I know, I know - they won't search, etc. But, we may decide to bring a few new furniture items. Even with duty they would be cheaper to buy and haul and since it looks like we'll have lots of room in the truck... Anyway, I'm really risk averse, so just humor me. Or should that be "humour" me?

Thanks!

16 January 2008

Political Sixth Sense

So, I noticed that there's a tear down the middle of the latest issue of Newsweek. It runs from the top edge down to between Clinton's eyebrows. I assumed it was an accident as it had been on the floor. But, when I picked it up 6YO exclaimed something like, "Get that picture away from me." I asked why and he said something about her smile freaking him out. So, I picked up Maclean's, featuring Obama, and asked what he thought of him. He gave some unintelligible response, followed by, "He's scary." I said, "Well, there's a good chance that one of them will be the next president." He asked, "Are they good?" to which I responded, "They're not my favorites, but they'll do." His next question was, "Will they start wars?" I said that I hoped not. He started chanting, "No war, no war, no war." I said that I was glad to hear him say that and he said something about Bush and Bush's father and war, followed by the fact that his bus driver last year left in the middle of the school year to "go to war." Yeah, I'm biased, but what a cool kid.

06 January 2008

From Arizona

Greetings. I arrived in Arizona on Thursday. My father's memorial service was yesterday and all went well. My sister and her family left this morning, as did my nieces. Their folks, my brother and sister-in-law, are here until tomorrow. I'm here until Wednesday. I figured it was better for my mother to stay a while rather than, after having been crazy-busy with the holidays, planning, and guests, have everyone leave at once. We'll probably take in a movie and there are a few things around her new place that she needs me to do.

I've been keeping up with my blog reading, but haven't had much to post. It looks like the media have decided to anoint Obama as president. Whatever. We're counting the days and keeping our fingers crossed that all goes smoothly - well, as smoothly as can be expected - with our departure. We've got tons to do before 1 February to get the house ready to show. And, every day brings another report of falling prices. Just get me out of here...

Anyway, I thought I'd take a moment to at least say "hello" and that I hope everyone's 2008 is off to a good start. More as it happens!

31 December 2007

Happy New Year

It's 9:38 Central Standard Time. That means that it's almost midnight in Fredericton. Having been born in New York, I often think of 11 pm as my "real" midnight. Makes it easier to go to bed before the clock at home strikes twelve. Yeah, big party-gals are we. So, maybe tonight we'll use 10 pm as midnight - in anticipation of our new home. But, before then... it's the rest of our fifth episode of Corner Gas. We absolutely love this show. Just when we decide to try to become a television-free household... Bummer.

Nonetheless, I just wanted to wish everyone a happy new year for 2008! May the coming year bring you everything you desire.

22 December 2007

Taking the Plunge

Well, after a lot of web research, discussion, etc. we've decided, at least for now, to drive a truck when we move. While the additional $2000+ for a PODS move might have been worth it for not having to drive, we decided against it, primarily because we would have had an extra load/unload step. We considered a full-service move, which wasn't as cost prohibitive as we thought and would have been home door-to-storage door, but when even the movers advise that you move your own tv, stereo, sentimental belongings, etc. what's the point? Almost all we're taking is either electronics or sentimental! We're taking very little in the way of furniture, no major appliances, etc.

For those considering a DIY move and who might happen upon this post sometime, let me address the potential "why Penske?" question. I have been reading various postings, etc. for months. Virtually everyone says to avoid U-Haul. U-Haul was the one company that would have enabled us to leave the truck in Canada, but the different between Calais, Maine - on the border - and Fredericton, NB - about 140 km into Canada - was $800. And, get this, they allowed slightly less mileage. Nah, I don't think so. Budget wasn't bad, but we get a AAA discount with Penske and almost all the postings I found had glowing reports on Penske. I had also called them a few months ago and a very nice representative had said there was no problem taking the truck into Canada, that we would just have to bring it back to Maine.

So, I've been watching the website, waiting for the 6 month reservation window. I checked this morning and discovered that I could reserve a 22' diesel truck and get both a AAA discount and web discount. But, I had a question about changing dates as we get closer so I called. I was told that we could change dates any time up to the day of the reservation and we can cancel altogether up to 48 hours in advance. Plus, it's unlimited mileage - which is a HUGE benefit - and we got an additional discount by reserving right then on the phone. So, we've reserved a truck for June for a reasonable $1047.96.

I can check periodically to see if there's a better deal, though, in my experience, the above is pretty good for a move of this distance. With a truck that's 22' we should have tons of room; so much that we won't have to pack stuff in the car like we had thought. The only down side - besides driving at all - is that we'll drive past the Maine drop-off, unload in F'ton, and have to return the truck to Maine. But, the up-side is that they give us 7 days, more than we had planned to take.

So, if all goes as planned - we'll do something like this:
Day 1: Pick up and load truck
Day 2: Saint Paul to Chicago - ~400 miles - evening with friends
Day 3: Chicago to Cleveland - ~345 miles - evening with friends
Day 4: Cleveland to Boston - ~640 miles - evening with friends
Day 5: Boston to Fredericton - ~430 miles
Day 6: Unload truck
Day 7: Return truck to Maine

There ya' have it. One of the most fun things about this blog is that I'll get to look back at this after knowing how things really played out!

20 December 2007

I am continually amazed...

Seriously. I am continuously amazed at the incredibly useful information I find on various websites of the Canadian government. I've been trying to determine with which bank I should open an account. I accidentally ended up here, but then went here. I'm not saying it's perfect, but it sure gave me some nice information as a place to start.

BTW, I've heard so much about how different - and expensive - banking is in Canada. Anyone out there who wants to offer their advice is most welcome to do so! Thanks!

SIN

That's social insurance number, of course! This morning I was able to get ours by phone. I'm feeling so, well, so, permanent resident-like.

First, I called one of the numbers on the website and was told, politely, that I could only do so in person. I asked, politely, why the website said, "blah, blah, blah." She put me on hold and came back and told me that I would have to call the other number. Then, she looked and realized that that was an 888 number that I could only call from within Canada. So, she transferred me!

The next clerk started to take the information for 6YO and then said, no, she couldn't do it because I didn't have my SIN yet, that I would have to come in person. Again, I read from the website and said, politely, that I didn't understand why the website said one thing and I was being told another. She then suggested that we do mine first and, since the numbers are issued immediately, then try to do his. So, we did that. I then passed the phone to P who was able to get hers. Success.

What was really great was that they were so pleasant even as I questioned them and they were so helpful when I was fairly insistent. Gotta love it!

So, silly as it sounds, it's one step closer to feeling like we're actually there! Merry Christmas to me, Merry Christmas to me!

Now if I could just figure out how we're going to get our stuff there!

11 December 2007

Immigration Exam

Now, perhaps you're thinking about some exam that one has to take in order to immigrate to someplace, say Canada. Nope. Maybe you had flashbacks to your medical exam. Nah.

P came home today, having taken her second final examination - in Immigration Law. And, while I don't have it verbatim, one of the questions was about a same-sex couple! It went something like this - A, a US citizen, and B, a Spanish citizen, met... married in Spain and were settled there, living happily. A's mother, in the US, was taken ill and A returned to the US to be with her. After a while, with A remaining in the US to care for her mother, A and B decided to try to get B to the US for an extended period of time...

Being a law exam there were all kind of little issues thrown in; e.g., B was an internationally recognized author. It probably ended with the "call of the question" going something like, "Discuss all of the options available to A and B."

Pretty cool. Not just because P thinks she must have smoked the question, but for the fact that the prof even had such a question on the exam. Rock on.

Okay, back to work!

09 December 2007

Incremental Movement

My, how time flies when you're doing too much. It's that time of year when most of us are just too darn busy. In our house one of us is giving finals, another is taking them. 6YO is anxiously awaiting the arrival of Santa Claus and watching every holiday special that has ever been made. Add to that the recent - and stressful - closing on our lot in Canada and, whew, that's pretty much why each time I think I'll sit down and write something I haven't.

So, what's happening? I'm dreading all of the work that we have to do in the next two months to get the house ready to go on the market and I'm dreading what the market will hold. I decided to teach an overload in Spring term to make some extra cash so that will mean more work. But, it's on-line so that's great both in terms of energy and experience. I've been communicating with a couple of folks at UNB and, at a minimum, I will have dual-sponsorship as a Visiting Scholar, with office space, etc. I won't know until May or June whether I'll get any money. There's also a position to which I will be applying, though that's a long shot. Then, there's the house we hope to build...

I've decided - after much insanity with emails to and from the realtor, builder, etc. - to go back to F'ton in January. Email is great, but some things just need to be hammered out face to face. Plus, I can meet with the guys at UNB and take care of some things like opening a bank account, etc. This, of course, is all dependent on the weather.

So, here's what coming down the pike -
January - Travel to Tucson for RDW's celebration of life
January - Travel to Fredericton, as above
February - Stay put, get the semester up and running
March - Travel to Toronto! Put house on the market.
April - Travel to Portland, OR for a conference and possibly Vancouver*
May - Travel to Fredericton for a conference and final move arrangements
June - Move to Fredericton?
July - Hopefully spend Canada Day in Fredericton, New Brunswick!

* I won't know about Vancouver until after the semester begins. With all the goings-on I may not be able to be gone that long.

So much for reducing my carbon footprint on the earth. That's five round trip flights. Ugh.

BTW, check out Consumer Consequences for a game about your impact on the earth. Or, this one which is shorter and less graphic intensive.

And, to continue veering off "topic" - was there a topic? - if you are fighting consumerism you might enjoy a new documentary/docucomedy, "What Would Jesus Buy?" I'm teaching a class on affluenza/consumption so a group of us went to see it last weekend. It's by Morgan Spurlock, the guy who did "Super Size Me!"

Speaking of consumption... As 6YO has been watching the holiday programs we've recorded he's had pretty much his first "heavy" exposure to commercials. Until now he's really seen only DVDs, PBS Kids, and the infrequent Disney program. We put a block on the Disney Channel when he discovered it and got into Zack and Cody, etc. Anyway, we've decided to put the televisions away on 1 January. Yup. We're going to try to go cold turkey and see how things go. I figure this is the best time. This morning's New York Times has a piece that is highlighted with, "Because of the writers’ strike, networks’ schedules will be filled with repeats or reality programs come January." Perfect timing!

Well, P is busy in the kitchen making corncakes with cotija cheese. Yum. I'm off! More as it happens.

27 November 2007

Greetings

I should be grading papers, but it's been so long that I thought I would just post a quick note. P is approaching finals - taking them - and I'm approaching finals - giving them. The holiday season is fast upon us, too. With 6YO, as you might expect, everything is ramped up. Add to that the fact that I'm in my second month of some kind of cold and that we traveled to Missouri over the (US) holiday weekend... then there are the hundreds of house plans I've been looking at. And, we've got tons of work yet to do on our house before it goes on the [dreadful] market in March. Oy! Anyway, I'm still here and still reading. I'm looking forward to mid-December when I will be almost done with the semester. Except for a trip to Tucson, 3-9 January, for RDW's memorial, I don't go back to teaching again until 30 January. So, lots of time to catch-up, work on the house, etc. I hope this finds you well and a particularly hearty hello to new members of our on-line family! I look forward to following your adventures!

14 November 2007

The Post 9/11 World

(CNN) -- A Canadian firetruck responding with lights and sirens to a weekend fire in Rouses Point, New York, was stopped at the U.S. border for about eight minutes, U.S. border officials said Tuesday.

The U.S.-Canadian border is more than 5,000 miles long.

Fire officials battling the blaze called for help from fire departments in nearby Quebec, using a longstanding and often-used mutual aid agreement. But the first truck that arrived at the small Rouses Point border crossing was delayed as officials checked documentation of the firefighters and their truck, officials confirmed.

Two other trucks that arrived at the crossing next were cleared in less then two minutes each, a time that one fire official said was still too long considering the situation.

"It's embarrassing," said Chris Trombley, chief of the Champlain [New York] Volunteer Fire Department and deputy fire coordinator for Clinton County Emergency Services. "We're calling for help from another country and the first roadblock they hit is at our border."

Go here for the rest of the story.

10 November 2007

Florida, again.

Florida Ends Shuttling of Refugees to Canada
By Monica Davey
November 10, 2007

A Florida organization that assisted hundreds of illegal immigrants in fleeing to Canada must close and return thousands of dollars it collected from the immigrants, who believed they would be given legal status in that country, Florida’s attorney general said yesterday.

Complaining of stepped-up sweeps by American immigration officials, about 450 people made their way from Florida to Canada in recent months with guidance from the organization, the Jerusalem Haitian Community Center, of Naples. Mostly Mexicans and Haitians, they presented themselves as refugees seeking asylum. Many are still waiting for hearings.

“While the state attorney general’s office cannot enforce federal immigration law in this case, my office can investigate potentially misleading or deceptive practices, and I believe this organization was engaging in questionable practices,” said Bill McCollum, the state attorney general. Many of the immigrants paid “donations” to the center of as much as $400, his office found.

For the entire article go here.

06 November 2007

Clara Elizabeth, 1990/1991-2007

When I met P she had a tabby cat that she described as "very nearly round." At that time, Clara had been with her for almost eight years. Having once weighed 12 pounds, today she weighed a hair over 5. Clara would have been 17 in January - give or take. P never knew her exact date of birth because Clara found P when she was a kitten. I'm more of a "dog person," but I have to admit that Clara was really a great cat. Today, she went to the big kitty heaven in the sky...

Although she's been up and down with kidney disease for a while now, she pretty much stopped eating even her wet food sometime in the past day or so. And, she pretty much stayed in the same spot, not looking well. We called the vet yesterday and then, this morning, took her in.

We talked with the vet and then did blood work that confirmed serious renal distress. She also had an infection that was likely making things worse. The vet said that given her condition, if she were to treat her, in addition to a round of antibiotics, she would advise a 2-3 day hospitalization so that she could be hydrated by IV. The vet said that with aggressive treatment she might improve, but it would only address the infection and not the underlying kidney disease. And, given the kidney disease she might face the same thing in a matter of weeks. After P made the decision to let her go the vet offered, twice, that she thought it was the right decision. And, I do believe she was sincere.

This morning, before he left for school, we talked to 6YO about it. So far this year he's lost two goldfish, two snails, and his grandpa. He knew there was a chance that she would be gone when he got home and we had talked about it last time she seemed to be failing. Honestly, I'm actually more concerned about our eight and a half year old lab/spaniel given that he has never known life - save the first 8 weeks - without Clara and, unlike with P, we can't explain it to him!

So, it's been quite an autumn...

04 November 2007

Yippee!

And, in other news, more delightful than the post below - I'm thrilled to announce that my book is now in print! I look forward to the day that it's merely an historical artifact, the policy long gone.

I had a conversation with a friend yesterday. Her 23 year old brother is in the military, wants to make it a career, etc. He recently split with his girlfriend of several years. Apparently his mother has, for quite a while, wondered if he might be gay. Even his girlfriend had come over several times bringing up articles she had read - things like "How to Tell if Your Man is Gay." Hmmm... My friend thinks that he is, but that he is really struggling because of the military. This is a guy who has already spent a year in Iraq. He also has a lesbian sister, a lesbian aunt, a gay uncle - no lack of support. His mother wants him to come out because she realizes that if he is gay, he'll be happier. His dad, with whom he served in Iraq, is, apparently, a challenge. While he had no problem with lesbians, he apparently has issues with gay men. Funny that P and I have often wondered about him... Anyway, I commented that I actually think that by the time he - the brother - is eligible for retirement, the policy will no longer exist. I've never been accused of being an optimist, but really think it's had its day. I guess only time will tell.

Run for the Border

No, I'm not referring to Taco Bell. It's "fall back" Sunday and I'm lying in bed with a miserable cold, catching up on the Times via computer. First I read Bob Herbert's (no relation) column on health insurance. Then I read Frank Rich's column on candidates, Iran, etc.

Herbert begins, "Lonnie Lynam, a self-employed carpenter in Pipe Creek, Tex., specialized in spiral staircases. Friends thought of him as a maestro in a toolbelt, a whiz with a hammer and nails. 'His customers were always so pleased,' his mother told me. 'There was this one family, kind of higher class, and he built them one of those glass holders that you would see in a bar or a lounge, with the glasses hanging upside down in different sizes. It was awesome.' Lonnie had a following, a reputation. He was said to have a magic touch. What he didn’t have was health insurance...." For the rest of the piece, go here.

Rich begins, "When President Bush started making noises about World War III, he only confirmed what has been a Democratic article of faith all year: Between now and Election Day he and Dick Cheney, cheered on by the mob of neocon dead-enders, are going to bomb Iran. But what happens if President Bush does not bomb Iran? That is good news for the world, but potentially terrible news for the Democrats. If we do go to war in Iran, the election will indeed be a referendum on the results, which the Republican Party will own no matter whom it nominates for president. But if we don’t, the Democratic standard-bearer will have to take a clear stand on the defining issue of the race. As we saw once again at Tuesday night’s debate, the front-runner, Hillary Clinton, does not have one...." For the rest of the piece, go here.

I hate to sound too dramatic, but I keep thinking that best gift I will ever have given 6YO is his permanent residency card and, hopefully, his Canadian citizenship.

Now, back to being Sparky, the barking seal...

02 November 2007

Three Years

2 November 2004. Three years ago today. I was watching state after state amend their constitutions to "protect" marriage, blah, blah, blah. That was when I more seriously than ever before entertained the thought of leaving. Three years later we're waiting to go. I hope that next year at this time we're several months into being settled in New Brunswick. I wore my November 2 t-shirt today. You'd be surprised at how many people wondered what it meant. Or maybe you wouldn't.

27 October 2007

Pending...

And, the big news is... if the builder gives his approval we'll close on a nice 1 acre lot in Douglas, New Brunswick at the end of November. I won't go into the whole story, but I'm really, really pleased with this decision. Although you can't tell much, here are a few photos of the lot, 15 minutes from downtown Fredericton.


And, a HUGE congrats to Tom and Emilio on what sounds like a pending sale for them! I know that's an incredible relief!

25 October 2007

Get me out of here!

A little background. I buy family health coverage. To cover 6YO and P, as well as myself, is $546 a month, including dental. Even though domestic partnership benefits are taxable (i.e., paid post-tax), I have been able to have it as a pre-tax deduction because 6YO is my son. Now HR has been told, not surprisingly, that they have to tax me on it.

One might think that they would then tax the "portion" that provides the DP benefit. Technically that's zero since the premium is the same whether it's only 6YO or 6YO and P. But, let's call it 50%, or $273. Oh, no, silly. They have to tax me on the "fair market value" of single coverage, or $400. Thus, I pretty much lose and non-taxability of the dependent child coverage.

Yes, nice that we now have DP benefits. But, I am so tired of being told, indirectly, that I'm not a valued citizen of this nation. I looked at the benefits manager and said, "This is why I hate this country." I don't know if I posted this before, but I got a really nice raise this year. But, after the increase in tax on P's tuition "benefit," I saw an additional $17 in my paycheck. Woo-hoo. Get me out of here.

Okay, there's my rant for the morning... and how are you?

23 October 2007

Banking

I didn't have time to do this while actually IN Canada... Does anyone know if I can open a bank account in Canada while still in the US? And, do I need an SIN in order to open an account? Just thought someone out there might know. Thanks!

Live - from Newark!

I am now in my fourth hour here at Newark Liberty (ha!) airport. My flight was cancelled and I'm re-booked on a delayed flight.

I left F'ton around 7 am - after missing a turn and going the wrong way on the Trans-Canada, with the fuel light on, in pitch darkness... I made it to Halifax right on time, gassed up, returned the car, and treated myself to a lobster roll. Here's what I wrote while in flight:

I arrived in Halifax at 1:50 on Saturday afternoon and was soon on the road to F’ton. I made it exactly four hours, good time considering it included a stop for a snack. When I arrived I immediately drove by a few of the properties I would be seeing with the realtor on Sunday. I knew as soon as I pulled up to the “primary target” that it was a no-go. Without going into too much detail, it was just a weird set-up in terms of the garage, access, etc. And, when my lights hit the side of the house I could see that there had been a lot of touch-up work to the wood siding, but not a full paint job. Normally that’s nothing, but after six years of major renovations to a 1918 home we are really not interested in moving in with a “First we’ll want to do this…” mindset.

I drove past another place that was intriguing, but really on too busy a corner. I had made up my mind that I was not going to ‘settle.” If all goes well this may be the last house I ever buy; I want it to be as close to perfect as possible. It was getting dark so, after a quick stop at Atlantic Superstore - I had to be sure to take back a few Coffee Crisps – I headed to C&L’s for the night. My hosts, C&L, were out for the evening so I was able to unpack and get settled and, just as I was writing a note for them - before turning in - they arrived. We ended up talking until almost 1 am!

On Sunday morning C – a Montrealer by birth – made cheese and apple crepes with maple butter. Oh, my gosh – to die for! At 10 the realtor picked me up and we spent a whirlwind day looking at I don’t know how many properties. I’m glad I hung on after the rocky start of wondering if she would return my emails. She’s great! Later in the day I saw a place quite a way out of town. I wasn’t sure about the location, but the house was perfect!

Now, allow me to digress. We started this adventure hoping to rent while we built. Then, as renting became more and more challenging and the idea of building seemed more and more daunting we abandoned that idea and focused on buying. Then, it was condo, city, country, house…? With a going-on 7YO there is one set of criteria, regardless of my yen for less burdensome property. And then there’s our dog. He’s always had a yard. So, late Sunday evening I returned "home" absolutely frazzled and exhausted – and feeling like I was getting a cold. I had seen a lot of houses that I couldn’t imagine buying – all needed too much work, or had a layout I didn’t like, or were on too busy a street… Except for the aforementioned house and it seemed a bit far away.

So, up and at ‘em Monday morning - I drove out to the property - 20-25 minutes from downtown, max. It’s a psychological adjustment, I think, that, given the size of the city, something so rural is only 20-25 minutes – shorter than my previous commute from Minneapolis to Saint Paul. After a delay while she got a dog on the plane to Australia, I hooked up with the realtor and discovered that the owner had just accepted an offer. But, having been down that road before, I concluded that it just meant something better was to come.

After looking at a few more things and talking about how perfect that house was, we talked about building. Was it really possible? The builder whose work she likes – not a big, mass production guy – came and met us at the house. I knew that it was basically a stock plan bungalow and that it would be easy enough, but we walked the house and talked about what I like about it, etc.

We then went to an area where he has a few homes and we talked further. Longer posting short – based on what I had figured out about the different areas of greater Fredericton I pretty much knew where I wanted to be, if possible. Lo’ and behold there are two one acre lots available, heavily treed, 15 minutes from downtown.

I figure that, if we buy a lot, and things fall apart, we have a lot to hang on to for the time being. But, we both (P and I) like the idea of getting what we really want. E.g., we want smaller and greener. A lot of the homes I saw were too big. Even the one I loved was bigger than we need. The builder is really into green building and R value. It’s more expensive up front, but one home that he did that is something like 3500 square feet has a heating bill of about $180/month. Some of the homes I saw that are that size or less were running about $350/month.

So, I don’t know how this will all turn out. It will be fun/ny to look back at this post a year from now and know where we’re living, how it all turned out, etc. I’ll keep you posted!

Other thoughts from this trip –
My blood pressure drops when I arrive in Canada. I love cheerful, laughing tollbooth attendants. The trees in New Brunswick and Nova Scotia were just gorgeous. This year a more muted yellow dominates, punctuated by bright reds and orange, with the green of the firs. I can’t wait to go hiking. I know there were other things that made me think, “Oh, I should write that down for later,” but I didn’t and now I’ve forgotten.

Stay tuned!

14 October 2007

Back and off again!

Thanks to those of you who posted your good wishes. It's very much appreciated. I've been back almost a week and have spent most of it playing "catch-up." My mother, fortunately, is in San Diego with my sister so I've not been worried about her. She did tell me yesterday that the worst time is when she wakes up during the night. She's now feeling guilty that she wasn't assertive enough with the hospital staff. That's a bit troublesome. I assured her that she is probably the most assertive spouse they've seen in the last ten years. Seriously. I am just so glad that my sister and I both have the kind of lives that enable us to pick up and go at the drop of a hat. I can't stay gone long, but I can go. I am very thankful for that. Very thankful.

In other news, I'm going to make a quick trip to Fredericton next weekend to check out some property. We decided that we need a better idea of neighborhoods and it's easier to do it now than as we get closer to the end of the term. And, making plans to travel there in the middle of winter is a bit dicey as the weather will play a huge role. I'm actually flying into Halifax and driving over as I was able to use frequent flyer miles. I would have flown into Bangor, but by the time I was sure about going the ticket was gone! Hey, I'd rather land in Canada and drive across Nova Scotia anyway!

BTW, those in the GTA, I'm still planning a January trip to Toronto - there I don't have to arrive and drive 5 hours! Watch for news off the blog.

That's about it from here. Yesterday was beautiful; today is a cool, rainy fall day. So, it's off to the indoor playground so that 6YO can play while I grade papers. I hope everyone is doing well. I've been keeping up my reading, just haven't had much time to post.

06 October 2007

RDW, 1926-2007

Shortly after 6:00 this morning, my father, RDW, died at the VA hospital in Tucson, Arizona. A veteran of WWII and Korea, his professional career was in the non-profit world, first as a teenager with the, then, Boys Club of America. He was a golf fanatic and a very dear man. One of the most notable things about him, I think, is that he married my mother when she had three children ages 6, 7, and 10. What a saint!

In the update below, posted on Monday, things were really up in the air. On Tuesday my mother called to tell me that the doctor said he thought he had 2-3 days to live. I quickly arranged to fly down on Wednesday morning. My sister was also able to fly over from San Diego. We arrived at the hospital around 11:30 am. It was just horrible. I can't believe how much he had deteriorated from when I left on 9 September, never imagining it was going to turn out like this. I don't know that he was truly "comatose," but he was not truly conscious. I do, however, believe - by his breathing, etc. - that he knew when people were there. He was receiving pain meds every three hours, but clearly in pain much of the time, howling if moved ever so slightly.

My mother had been at the hospital since Monday morning so I got her to let me take her home - about 8 miles away and right past the scene of the accident - to shower and get some fresh clothes. We went back and all stayed until 3:45 am when my sister and I came back to the house to rest. My mother was able to doze, intermittently, in the lounger. We returned at 6:30 am.

On Thursday we all stayed with him throughout the day. His system was clearly shutting down, but we had no idea how long it would be - hours, days, weeks? My sister and I, encouraged by our mother, left around 8 pm thinking we'd sleep a few hours so that we could make it through the night in case she wanted us back. She called at 1:15 am, unsure if he was still breathing. We had agreed that she would call us before calling the nurse. We got back and, yes, he was still breathing though very, very shallowly.

At around 5 am we could note a distinct change in his breathing and knew the end was near. I hope I never again watch someone taking his or her last breaths. The time between breaths got longer and longer, not knowing if the next one was coming. At 6:05 he died.

Fortunately, I was able to immediately get a hold of my brother, who is in the Middle East; it sounded like he was right next door. As much as cell phones annoy me they can be a blessing.

My mother is doing remarkably well. And, as odd as it sounds, if this was going to happen the timing was good to us. We had two days to spend with him and her which I think made things easier on all of us. I had time to meet with their attorney and yesterday we were all able to meet with him again before he left for the long weekend. We were able to write his obituary and take care of things with the mortuary and bank. Now, we have two days to do things around the house to make it less difficult when my mother returns from San Diego. We convinced her to go spend a couple of weeks with my sister which is wonderful.

Although he was legally my stepfather, R and my mother had been married 40 years last April. I knew him longer than I knew my natural father. Coincidentally, my natural father died at the age of 56 on R's 56th birthday. I should add that I found my father dead on the floor of his apartment. As terrible and unexpected as that was, it was actually much easier than the last two days have been.

Again, everyone, my mother included, is doing well, better than many might expect, I think. My sister and I are incredibly lucky to have the kind of lives that enable us the ability to take off at a moment's notice and not lose our jobs, income, etc. And, we were incredibly lucky to have had R in our lives.

Thanks for reading and for any kind thoughts you may send our way.

01 October 2007

In other news...

After almost two weeks of hassling with PDFs and email, I received the restrictive - emphasis on restrictive - covenants on the condo in which we were - past tense - interested. And, bummer, but they prohibit pets.

Oh, you can have a dog - are you ready? - under five pounds! Now, I don't have anything against tiny dogs, but what kind of adult dog is under five pounds? I once lived with a toy poodle named Monte. But, heck, even he was eight pounds - and he wasn't carrying any extra weight either! You can have a cat if you owned it at the time you purchased the property. How generous. Good grief, Charlie Brown - or should that be "Good grief, Snoopy!" We were willing to accept the no flags, no hanging beach towels, etc., in exchange for being able to pick up and go without arranging for shoveling, mowing, etc., but no pets? In property we own? No way!

I don't know about the rest of you but I can easily place my number one stressor as housing. Yup, housing.

Update from Tucson

Just thought I'd post a quick note. On Friday my father's doctor asked my mother about a DNR order, etc. Fortunately they took care of those years ago. Last night was the first time my mother has gone to his room to visit and just turned around and gone home. I guess she was stroking his forehead and he was screaming.

This morning she said that he has not had food or fluids for 48 hours. She is planning on having them bring a lounge-sleeper to the room so that she can just stay there. One of the things that, I think, has been hardest on her is that she has often gone home thinking, "This is it," only to go back and find him awake and lucid. I do think that one "good" thing about the pace of his demise is that she's now, I think, adjusted - as much as one can - to the very real possibility/likelihood that he won't be coming home. But, stranger things have happened.

All of this as a result of the accident and treatment for three fractured ribs. Anyway, that's the latest.

Update to the update: My mother called me at work earlier today to tell me that they think his hip - the one he had "fixed" last Monday - was dislocated. My sister just called to say that he's now on an IV and yes, it is dislocated and the surgeon will be coming to talk to my mother tomorrow. I guess in addition to the dislocation and the pain it causes there's now the possibility of it having stretched the ligaments beyond repair. The "good" news is that he was lucid enough to tell my mother that he had been complaining about the hip and "nobody believed him." This is getting beyond ridiculous. Stay tuned.

30 September 2007

Rainy Days and Mondays...

No big news on the immigration front. P did send an email to the prof she needs to talk to about taking classes "abroad" next fall. And, we're in intermittent communication with the realtor. And, I continue to try to give things away. Other than that, it's just the same ol' busy stuff. It's been raining all day and is, I think, expected to continue throughout the evening.

The big news of the day is that we went and picked up 6YO's violin. He decided, completely on his own, last year that he wanted to learn to play the violin. It happens to be one of the few instruments that he can do at school, as part of the school day. So, on Wednesday he will begin weekly violin lessons. For a kid who is an officer in the "It's-too-hard" Club - i.e., tying his shoes, reading, writing, zipping, buttoning, soccer, catching..." - he is thrilled with the violin. He wanted to hold it on his lap in the car. He is watching PBS Kids and "playing" the violin. I guess I'll have to break it to him that he can't sleep with it. We'll see what happens when he has actual lessons to practice. I'm just glad I purchased the insurance, too.

Well, not much else going on around these parts. Just thought I'd say "hello." Hope all is well with everyone.

21 September 2007

USD

In case you're interested in details, more on the weak US dollar here.

Update: I've adopted a new perspective on the shrinking USD. Here's my logic. We'll be taking some money to Canada, but, given the housing market, it's safe to say that it won't be tons. But, over the next couple of decades the student loan debt we'll be paying off in USD will be significantly greater than the amount of our expected capital gain. And, we will need to travel to the US to visit family, for professional meetings, etc. Thus, in the long run we will be better off with dollars that are near parity than the old days when one USD got you CAD1.25 or even 1.50. So, that's my conclusion. While there's an initial "ugh" when we think of converting whatever we manage to make off the house, in the long run a stronger loonie will be to our advantage.

Courage

From Joan Walsh, salon.com:
"This is the way necessary social change happens. It starts out unthinkable, and then one day it's inevitable.

I'm not going to spend much time describing San Diego Mayor Jerry Sanders' statement about why he changed his mind and supports gay marriage. Watch the video, below. (Don't watch it if you can't afford to have a good cry this afternoon.) Sanders, a Republican, explains that he planned to veto a City Council resolution supporting efforts to overturn California's ban on gay marriage, but he changed his mind when the resolution reached his desk."

Go here for the rest of her comments and the video and, please, do watch the video!

20 September 2007

Ripley's Believe It or Not

As you may recall, on Friday, 17 August, my father, who had turned 81 that Tuesday, and my mother were in a car accident. My mother was treated and released, but my father spent the first week at the University Medical Center in Tucson. He was transferred to the VA on Friday, 24 August. His only "direct" injuries were three rib fractures which have long ago healed. But, due to morphine induced delirium he is frequently confused, cannot write legibly, requires speech therapy and physical therapy, etc. He has various pain, pre-dating the accident, that has been exacerbated by the lengthy hospital stay. On Monday of this week the PT thought something seemed wrong because he was complaining of much more severe pain. They did x-rays. Nothing. He's been in agony all week. They did more x-rays. Well, to quote my sister who called to bring me up to date, the doctor practically genuflected when he came to tell my mother that they had discovered that he has a broken hip. I am not making this up. I'm fuzzy on the details, but it turns out that apparently one of the nurses said she was told he had fallen about a week ago, but thus far nobody has found it noted on his chart. He has to come off the blood thinner he takes before surgery, but he will have surgery sometime soon to have a pin put in the hip. My mother said that it will either be general anesthesia or a spinal. That's the part that makes me the most nervous. Take someone who's 81 and already a mess and give him general anesthesia. Wonderful.

It gets better. As I said, my sister called to tell me about this. Then she told me that she had left work yesterday and treated herself to a facial at a place she has gone for years. At first application of the cream - or whatever - her face burned. Long story short - her face looks like she's been scalded or some such. She got in to her dermatologist today and although there is no such contraindication for the medicine she uses, that's likely what caused the reaction. But, wait, yesterday when she got home my nephew asked her why the carpet was wet. Turns out they have a slab leak. A pipe in the slab - no longer a "to code" design - has leaked so the house is now in chaos while they replace, as I understand it, part of the slab and the pipes.

And, did I tell you that one of my good friends here - do you remember the Hup Holland photo? - was hit last Friday and her car was totalled? She's fine. Fortunately the guy who hit her, an attorney, jumped out and immediately acknowledged his fault.

I called my mother and she made me promise that nothing will happen here. We live and hope.

Ugh!

About a minute ago the USD was worth less than the CAD. The site keeps refreshing so it went to 1.00050 a second later and then to 1.00044 and then to 1.00035... Great for those of you already over the border, but, oy, how depressing for those of us with our "money" still here and not yet liquid.

18 September 2007

Do Not Enter

I just received the latest issue of Academe, the "Bulletin of the American Association of University Professors." It included a section titled, "Scholars Excluded from the United States."

Here are a few excerpts -
"John Clarke, a Canadian anti-poverty worker, was stopped at the U.S. border in February 2002 on his way to a speaking engagement at Michigan State University. He was questioned by officials, who asked if he was opposed to the “ideology of the United States” and accused him of knowing where Osama Bin Laden was hiding, according to Clarke. He was then denied entry to the United States."

"In 2004, Canadian citizen Karim Meziane, a physicist at the University of New Brunswick, was turned away at the U.S. border en route to a research conference to which he had been invited by the University of New Hampshire. The Department of Homeland Security gave Meziane written reasons for his exclusion, which he demonstrated to be false using official Canadian government documents; the department, however, refused to reconsider and the U.S. ambassador refused, without explanation, a request from the Canadian Association of University Teachers to discuss the case."

Not a Canadian, but on our campus we were to host Dr. Shirin Ebadi, but her visa was denied.

"Dr. Shirin Ebadi is an Iranian human rights activist. In 2003 she was awarded the Nobel Peace Prize for her significant and pioneering efforts for democracy and human rights, especially women and children rights. She is the first Iranian and the first Muslim woman to receive the prize. A lawyer by training, Ebadi lectures at the University of Tehran. She has represented several dissidents and intellectuals, made significant contributions to family law. She has also established two non-governmental organizations in Iran, the Society for Protecting the Rights of the Child (SPRC) and the Defenders of Human Rights Center (DHRC). She also drafted the original text of a law against physical abuse of children, which was passed by the Iranian parliament in 2002. In addition to the Nobel prize she has been awarded the International Democracy Award in 2004, the Legion of Honor award in 2006 and the Rafto Prize, Human Rights Prize in Norway in 2001. She has received 11 honorary doctorates from universities in the Middle East, North America, Europe and Australia."

Not the same as "brain drain," but arguably with the same long-term effect...

16 September 2007

Welcome, Toma!

Friends, please welcome another member of our cyberfamily, Inside These Borders by Toma. Toma, like others here, is in a binational relationship and has been going through the nightmare of the discriminatory US immigration system. Welcome, Toma!

In other news, I have given away more stuff via The Free Market. I just love that site! And, some of the students were collecting things for those who were hit by the floods in Southeast Minnesota so we gave away our wheelbarrow and Shop-Vac. Woo-hoo. Each thing that goes makes me feel one step closer to "real" packing. Although I don't have a formula, I'm using an off the top of my head "calculation" of "weight + mass + replacement cost" to determine if something is worth hauling to the Maritimes.

I'll soon be proposing a study abroad course for May 2010, "Sustainability and Social Justice: Maritime Canada." If all goes well, 10 students will spend three weeks with me, and a staff member, in Nova Scotia, PEI, and New Brunswick. We'll visit sites like an organic farm, co-housing site, restorative justice organization, etc. I am going to have so much fun planning it!

I guess that's about it. I have to work on my proposal for my visiting professorship, grade papers, etc. But, the fall is pretty much my favorite time of year. We also get to go to the apple orchard/pumpkin patch, see the fall raptor release, and, this year, attend the commitment ceremony of two of our very best friends. Today we met them for breakfast at Maria's Cafe and then we went for a short hike to a place called the "Quaking Bog." 6YO had hoped to see more bugs, but I think had fun anyway.

Hope this finds you well! And, again, welcome Toma!

13 September 2007

Voices of War - Silenced

Not that long ago, here, I posted the Times' editorial written by seven soldiers in Iraq. Just minutes ago I heard that two of them, Yance Gray and Omar Mora, died when their truck overturned in Baghdad.

From ABC News: "Gray, who grew up in Montana, is survived by his wife, Jessica, and infant daughter, Ava. Mora, who is survived by his wife, Christa, and 5-year-old daughter, Jordan, was expected to come home to Texas City, Texas, in November, his brother, Roger Mora, said."

Some will note of interest that "Mora's mother wants the Army to explain his death to her. 'I want to know all the details of how he died. I want to know the truth,' Olga Capetillo told The Associated Press. 'I don't understand how so many people could die in that accident. How could it be so bad?'"

Shades of Pat Tillman or just an accident? Regardless, it's sad. Just really, really sad.

10 September 2007

Canada - or Atlantic Canada - Question

Last spring, and upon a personal recommendation, I contacted a realtor (R1) in F'ton. It took him about a week to respond to my email, during which time I rec'd no auto-response. Eventually, I decided to chat with someone else (R2), also recommended, because R1 and I just didn't seem like a good fit. When I originally emailed R2 in July, it took about a week for her to respond and only after a second message. She had been understandably delayed because of some family issues. But, I also hadn't received any kind of auto-response indicating that she was out of the office, etc. I emailed her on 29 August and haven't yet received a reply. I sent the same message again the other day. Still no response.

What I'm trying to balance is this - I don't want to be a pain in the ass "American" who is used to rapid turnaround with what I would call business requests and just needs to chill. But, I also need to know that someone is going to be responsive. How can I figure out if this (emerging) pattern is just how business is done in this smaller, slower environment as opposed to it just being my dumb luck to have encountered a couple of less responsive folks?

Any thoughts?

08 September 2007

Greetings from Tucson

I flew down yesterday for a quick 48 hours to see the folks. My father is still in the hospital and, after talking to my mother last weekend, I decided I should come down, if only for a quick visit. I think her spirits were really sagging. Friday was three weeks since the accident and, while my father is improving, he still has a long way to go. His ribs are healed but morphine induced delirium has created a host of problems. E.g., During dinner last night he asked how my sister was, thinking she had been in the accident. She flew over two days after the accident and was here for that first week. After dinner we went back to his room and got him settled. He then thought we were getting him ready to go to breakfast. He has physical therapy and speech therapy and isn't yet able to stand up on his own. Good thing my mother, at 76, is in great shape - though I could hardly believe the photo my sister took of her bruises. Airbags and seat belts, no doubt, made all the difference, but they do their own damage for sure.

I've not been posting because I've been swamped with getting ready for the semester, etc. But, I am checking in on everyone. Things have been very quiet in the blogosphere as of late, eh? Well, I just thought that since I had a couple of minutes, I'd post a quick hello. Take care and I'll try to catch up some time this coming week.