It was too hot to do anything after work today. I worked out this morning, put in my eight hours, stopped at the Delafield Qdoba to return a key I had and shoot the breeze with my old manager friend Damon and then headed home. Stuck in slow traffic, I made a few calls, to my good friend Sara and a company coming to give us a quote for new gutters. Then I debated whether I should go to the mall or Borders in order to avoid the intense heat of my un-airconditioned house. In the end, the good impulses that told me I don’t have money for shopping won out (for once!)
When I got home I hung out with my sister-in-law and one-year-old nephew, pulled a few weeds and made some dinner. It was way too hot to make dinner, but I did it anyway, pasta with an organic tomato sauce and lots of fresh oregano, basil, thyme and rosemary from the garden. It was yummy. Then I had a mojito, because it was just so hot, and I needed something refreshing. I watched some bad tv and almost went to bed, but instead, I went to get the mail. When I got the mail, there was a curious brown envelope that was addressed to Laura Judith Bruss from the U.S. Consulate….
And then I knew, this previously uneventful day was actually a long-awaited one. My close friends and family might already know what this envelope contained, but for the rest of you, it represents something life-changing. I tore it open and read that my husband’s visa interview date in Ciudad Juarez, Mexico, just over the border from El Paso, Texas, is August 23rd.
I expected a lot more notice than just over one month, but this is good news. This means he’ll finally be well on his way to lawful permanent residency. This means when he returns to the U.S., likely not until late winter or even early spring, he’ll be coming on a plane, not on foot. This means my recent preoccupation with writing a non-fiction book compiling stories of all different immigrants from Mexico will not be compromied by the awkward fact that my husband is still technically undocumented. This means Fermin can do his food research in Mexico that he has been dreaming about, and when he comes back, who knows, maybe he’ll open his own restaurant. More than anything, it means time for him and his mom, who he loves dearly, and who I think is wonderful, and it means I will have an excuse to go on a little vacation or two this fall.
This also means a bit of uncertainty, and a lot of time spent apart. I will certainly be buying some plane tickets in the next few months, but I don’t have any vacation saved up and it looks like my department is going to be a bit lonely for a while, so I’ll have to figure out some creative ways to ask for time off. Good news is that my job does not require my presence at all times of the day, and they actually let a person take time off.
So that was my day. Fermin isn’t home from work yet. I called him to let him know and he said: “beautiful.” He’s told me so much about how beautiful the period from All Saint’s Day to Christmas is in his town, and I imagine he can’t stop thinking about it.