Two years and seven months in this country and I'm officially a permanent resident. I took the papers that were mailed to me to an office that had a locked door that would only open after you give out the secret password. It is not abracadabra. It's something less cliche and more Canadian than that. Like maple. Or hockey. Or Rob Ford. I could not remember exactly because they wiped out my memory the minute I walked in and handed my documents to a girl who would only talk to me from behind a glass panel. I got scared for a bit because I don't know the sign language but I remember I'm quite good with charades. The lady started talking to me though and I was surprised that I could actually hear her, albeit very faintly. So I stuck my ear to the glass but it was too late because the only thing I clearly caught her saying was, "You have to start working ASAP." My head was forming rebuttals like, "It's summer, I wanna just go camping, and go on hikes in the woods with our dog, and learn how to ride a bike, and then go home, and barbecue, and eat at the patio." But the lady at the other side of the glass panel just sprayed me with something through a little hole that I hadn't noticed before, and all I could say was, "Yes, I will." I told Richard everything that happened at the office and he made me eat a whole pack of butter pecan tarts immediately. I guess that countered the spell, and so we were able to go camping at Sharbot Lake over the weekend. These are the pictures we took.