Just Try To Run Now, Buddy.

Coffee is now the proud owner of an Ontario driver’s license, thus permitting him to, uh, drive. Not that he wasn’t driving before, but he was driving as an American. Which means nothing at all in the grand scheme of things, but in a few short days he’ll have some Canadian ID with his photo on it and that’s pretty cool. He already has a library card, which is more important, anyway.

In other news, my application as his sponsor was approved. The Canadian government feels that I am a reasonably responsible person. I feel.. conflicted. I guess I’ll have to settle for being Public Enemy # 548,199,211 instead of #1. I’m apparently not all that talented at being dangerous. Heh.

It’s now time for us to apply for Coffee’s work permit so I can pimp his ass out at long last. Then, while he’s working his fingers to the bone, we wait for his full immigration approval and then he can NEVER LEAVE. Of course, if by some chance he DOES sneak away, he’ll also be allowed to cross the border back into Canada when he comes to his senses and wants to return. Also, he can shop at Target with me. Which is both good and bad. Bad, because he may just try to tell me that I do not actually need 47 pairs of socks and turkey jerky every time I go there. Good, because he can come along and help me carry shit. Oh, and buy stuff that he wants. Whatever.

I’m rambling.

Changing subjects completely: I’ve decided that I’m going to knit some chemo caps – but I don’t know where to send them when I’m done. Can I just drop them off at a hospital? Or mail them somewhere? Anyone local to the Hamilton area know of a place that accepts them without it being a big deal? (Leave a comment or email, please!) It’ll give me a chance to use some of my softer, gentler yarn, and to practice some simple circular knitting at the same time. I’ve found some pretty spiffy patterns online that aren’t overly complex – and which are rather attractive, too.