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Tuesday, Taxes away, Cap'n. . . Well, the IRS will be very happy with me, now that I'm totally up to date and legal again. Not that they're getting anything out of me -- I paid Swedish taxes, which are waaaay above American taxes, so by IRS law I don't have to pay anything more to the government.
Wa-fucking-hoo, man! And may I add that it's about bloody time? Screw it -- I'm not going to complain, since he should be receiving the green card (they were telling me horror stories at Aggiecon about how Diane Duane lives in Ireland because the INS wouldn't let her husband into the States on the basis that, "we have enough writers of our own." Oy. . .) And who knows -- with any luck, he'll get the paperwork early next week, convince his manager to send him to Richardson for something, and be over here around the end of April for a long, lovely week in which we can actually purchase our bed and do other, related activities. Ahem. So now I just have to finish the last little bit of unpacking, and get everything set up in his office so that he can unpack it with a minimum of fuss. Considering that he also has a slew of boxes, cartons and other stuff from eBay, Amazon and rare book sellers, it's going to be like Christmas for little Lyndon. Oooh, this is gonna be GOOD!
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importantly, Lyndon now has all the documentation he needs to get
the green card -- when he got home from the embassy interview on
Thursday, the Canadian police report was waiting for him. As of
this morning, he bundled everything into an envelope and mailed
it off to the US Embassy. Now we just have to wait for them to process
the paperwork, and he'll have his permission to enter the United
States.
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