Paperwork, Paperwork

Thursday, January 9th

Spent the first part of the day with the immigration paperwork, after about three hours I decided I really did not have a clue what I was doing, and even though it is going to be very, very, very expensive we are going to have to go to a lawyer, it is just too important to screw up and I know they take a long time about the process, so imagine the anxiety waiting and not knowing if it is all going to get kicked back because I filled in the wrong form, or filled in the right form wrongly.

So I feel better now that decision has been made. Now to try to find a reputable immigration lawyer, fortunately in this instance we know people who know people.

Feeling somewhat gee'd up by my progress - or rather lack thereof and decision to delegate (albeit at great expense) - I decided to tackle the four mysterious plastic tubs of paperwork and crud, that somehow appeared during the moving process two years ago. Success, I now have one mysterious tub of crud - you the stuff you don't really want or need, but somehow are still holding onto - concert programs, old birthday cards, a guide to Celtic knotwork, a half-finished cross-stitch and a gnome I bought in Hungary 21 years ago who is only missing the top off his pointy hat (all these, BTW, I kept).
Also, in the spirit of cooperation and tenderness, I encouraged Hubby to empty his crud-tubs too. Result, four black bin-bags of discardation. Lord be parised. At least next time we move we will not be hauling 2002's telephone bills or the fitness schedule for the Cambridge YMCA from 1999 (yes I did have one of those).
I feel free, liberated - of course, I still have that last tub of crud I could neither use, classify or throw away, but baby steps, baby steps.

Progess Report: 10 min piano, 45 mins Latin, only 10 minutes exercise (excluding all that tub hauling). Still no fags or booze, sticking to diet and all is going quite well.