Praise then darkness, and creation unfinished

This week, the MIRA-sponsored voter registration was at 11 a.m. on Monday (rather than 1 p.m. on either Monday or Thursday), at the Museum of Fine Arts. I decided that was compatible with 2:30 physical therapy in Davis Square, and signed up.

The ceremony was held in a rather nice auditorium in the MFA. The MFA (or maybe Homeland Security, which organizes the naturalization ceremonies) invited MIRA to set up tables in the hallway outside, instead of out on the sidewalk. The ceremony started at 11 a.m., meaning newly naturalized citizens started walking out at about 11:45. I registered up at least twice as many people as I did any of the previous timesI did this, including one who was already a citizen and was there to watch a relative be sworn in. Part of why we did this well is that, once things slowed down, we went into the auditorium to ask people who were waiting in line to apply for passports if they wanted to register to vote while they were there.

Another small nice thing: the MFA offered free one-year memberships to all the just-naturalized citizens and their families. I overheard one person asking an MFA employee if that applied to her, since she was already a member. He asked her to wait, looked her up on their system, and extended her membership by a year.

When we were done, I got on the Green Line to Boylston Street, and headed into Chinatown for lunch. It turns out that Yang Chow fried rice, at least as done by Dumpling Cafe, includes squid; fortunately, I like squid.

Then I went to PT; rather than having lots of time to kill, I was there only slightly early. The PT session went well: it was mostly evaluation, because most of what I'll be doing for my knee is stuff I am already doing for the hips.

( details, not TMI but possibly tedious )