Well... there will be no DisneyWorld, at least not this January.
I won't be spending Christmas on the beach, or with my son and daughter-in-law, either.
We ran into a problem before we even left Manchester Airport.
Seems that Himself lacks a certain type of visa - I don't know yet if it's "more than" the one he's used the last few trips, and "less than" a full-blown green-card visa, or what. But point being - he doesn't have the right kind.
He can't be in the US more than 90 days, and in fact isn't supposed to be going in and out at will, at all frequently. He's supposed to have long... gaps between visits.
Because we retired and the house sold we thought we'd take an extra-long trip this time - first time ever in nearly fifteen years - and be over here for four months.
The expenses have been astronomical: we could not adapt the flights we had booked in order to change our return from 6 January to 14 December. Nor could we use our airmiles.
He had to flat-out buy a one-way ticket from Syracuse to Manchester, England. That's the most expensive way to buy airfare - one-way, that is - and that one ticket costs as much as our usual round-trip fare.
So we go back in mid-December, and don't know for sure when he can come back. We will have to start some kind of lengthy - and no doubt expensive - application process.
I know, in the grand scheme of things, this isn't the worst thing that can happen to someone. I know we're lucky that we had the spare money to make it work (if we hadn't, we would not have been allowed to fly at all that day, and would have lost both our multiple-destination airfares).
But this whole episode has not only ruined a very special trip, it has cost us dearly, eating up the travel budget for a year - and thrown a huge monkey wrench into the works for our plans to spend more time in the US, less time in the UK, and live in both places.
So thank you all for your input. You had me convinced it was a good idea, and the time was right, and I was oh-so-looking-forward to a grand finale to seeing the kids and being here for Christmas.
You know what Vonnegut said.
Meanwhile, back in The North Countree, more cans of worms have opened up than I knew existed... my crazy life.
'night, Sparklers, wherever you are...