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atara will already be in the process of acing her citizenship test. She is smart, has done as much studying as is practical for a test of this type, and has done well on the sample test on the web. The only two things that might hamper her this morning are nerves, and fatigue -- the latter because we had a pretty frantic time of it last night tracking down her passport.
atara did a final check just before bedtime last night to make sure that she had all of her papers lined up, and discovered that her passport was not in its usual location. We spent some time tearing apart the house looking for it in all of the logical, and then illogical places. We knew that we had last seen it in November, so we saved ourselves a bit of time by not digging through things that had not been disturbed since then. The problem was that she could not remember if she had put it away in the usual place and subsequently moved it, or if she had simply put it somewhere else right from the outset.
I was convinced that she probably had not unpacked it after our trip, but we sifted through every bit of baggage and paperwork we'd had with us on the trip to no avail. At one point I wandered out into sub-zero temperatures to dig through the car in case we had left it there. If I had been a bit more thorough I could have saved us another 20 minutes of fruitless searching. I dug through the glove box, through the pockets on the doors, under the seats, inside the atlas book, in the back -- in fact I checked virtually every square centimetre of the car with the notable exception of looking over the visor. Because, ya know, there was a bunch of paperwork stuffed up there on top of the visor and any smart person would have thought to check there first.
Fortunatelyatara is a smart person, and about 20 minutes after I'd come back inside she said, "Where's the receipt for your car?" That threw me for a second before I realized that she probably meant the receipt for the repairs we'd had done during the trip. I saw where she was going with that line of thinking, because if we could find the receipt, we'd likely find her passport as well; the two had been together when we'd come through customs. A moment later she said, "Did you check over the visor when you searched through the car?"
Of course I had not, because I am a friggin' idiot. A quick trip back out to the garage confirmed that her passport, and my birth certificate were both securely stashed over the visor where I should have found them earlier. Ah well, it all worked out in the end. All I can do now is sit here and try to radiate good thoughts in her direction while she takes her written exam. Good luck, love. No, scratch that - you don't need luck, you know enough to ace this thing. Knock 'em dead.
atara will already be in the process of acing her citizenship test. She is smart, has done as much studying as is practical for a test of this type, and has done well on the sample test on the web. The only two things that might hamper her this morning are nerves, and fatigue -- the latter because we had a pretty frantic time of it last night tracking down her passport.atara did a final check just before bedtime last night to make sure that she had all of her papers lined up, and discovered that her passport was not in its usual location. We spent some time tearing apart the house looking for it in all of the logical, and then illogical places. We knew that we had last seen it in November, so we saved ourselves a bit of time by not digging through things that had not been disturbed since then. The problem was that she could not remember if she had put it away in the usual place and subsequently moved it, or if she had simply put it somewhere else right from the outset.I was convinced that she probably had not unpacked it after our trip, but we sifted through every bit of baggage and paperwork we'd had with us on the trip to no avail. At one point I wandered out into sub-zero temperatures to dig through the car in case we had left it there. If I had been a bit more thorough I could have saved us another 20 minutes of fruitless searching. I dug through the glove box, through the pockets on the doors, under the seats, inside the atlas book, in the back -- in fact I checked virtually every square centimetre of the car with the notable exception of looking over the visor. Because, ya know, there was a bunch of paperwork stuffed up there on top of the visor and any smart person would have thought to check there first.
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atara is a smart person, and about 20 minutes after I'd come back inside she said, "Where's the receipt for your car?" That threw me for a second before I realized that she probably meant the receipt for the repairs we'd had done during the trip. I saw where she was going with that line of thinking, because if we could find the receipt, we'd likely find her passport as well; the two had been together when we'd come through customs. A moment later she said, "Did you check over the visor when you searched through the car?"Of course I had not, because I am a friggin' idiot. A quick trip back out to the garage confirmed that her passport, and my birth certificate were both securely stashed over the visor where I should have found them earlier. Ah well, it all worked out in the end. All I can do now is sit here and try to radiate good thoughts in her direction while she takes her written exam. Good luck, love. No, scratch that - you don't need luck, you know enough to ace this thing. Knock 'em dead.
