Visa

Ed's visa for entry into the US expired last night at midnight. Today he had an appointment with the US Consulate in Vancouver, BC for a new visa that would allow him to take care of me during the upcoming transplant and continue his work with the University of Washington.

It was granted, in spite of the determination that "You have strong family ties in the US", which is code for "We're concerned that you'll go across the border and disappear into the woodwork to become an illegal alien".

Yeah, he's been playing the visa game for 10 years and suddenly he's gonna become an illegal alien in the US. Maybe he can push a tamale cart in LA... You know, take one of those jobs the arch conservatives think the little brown people are stealing from "Real Americans". Somehow I don't think that's a worry.

Anyway, the interesting part of this whole process is that the only family Ed listed on his application was his husband, little old me. When did the US Consulate start recognizing me as family? Do they worry I'm gonna fund his tamale cart and hide him in the woodwork?

Hmmmm.... Now I have to Google "tamale cart". I might need to set aside some operating capital.

(Note to Homeland Security: File this under "sarcasm", or "humor", or "sarcastic humor.)