The clocks sprung forward last night, so there’s an extra hour of daylight or something. Besides the regular Monday-stuff for the onset of a new week, around lunchtime tomorrow, I will be sitting down to write my Canadian Citizenship test.
Yes, that’s right. So I can become a Canadian citizen. Finally. It’s only been about thirty-nine years.
I promise to explain it all in better detail soon, but for now, I need to hunker down and review my fifth-grade social studies material, so I can regurgitate information about how Members of Parliament are chosen, and who the Métis are, and what the Head Tax was, all with some kind of accuracy. I might even have to sing the National Anthem – you never know… it’s a good thing I was required to sing it every day as a child.
Now, watch me spectacularly fail this test.
There’s this other thing tomorrow, being March 14th – one month after Valentine’s Day – and I didn’t come up with this “holiday” but now that just about every man in my midst seems to know about it, I see no escape, really. (Don’t just take my word for it – go ahead and look it up.)
Le sigh. I suppose this means I have to get to the butcher’s shop sometime tomorrow too…
Enjoy Monday, all!!