Tuckered...
Sep. 20th, 2008 10:12 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
alexpgpIf I've figured everything right, I've got just under 2,000 words left to edit in the job I want to get out the door Monday morning, plus overall despeckling, which hopefully won't take that long.
I managed to get most of the short item due this morning done last night before I went to bed, except that I wasn't working too fast. The document was written by a fellow who isn't too impressed with the corporate way of doing things in the new Russia; I guess over here, he'd be called a contrarian.
If I wasn't so tired, I'd go off on a rant about people whose sole talent seems to be to sacrifice the goal for baubles and a quick buck, and whose Clue™ deficiency is very nearly palpable, but I am tired, so I'll just say the author and I could probably have a couple of friendly beers and talk shop for a while.
Galina excitedly called me upstairs earlier in the afternoon. It seems a coyote had taken shelter in the shade of our neighbor's barn and was sitting, Sphinx-like, with tongue hanging very nearly down to the ground.
Meanwhile, one of several adolescent deer who frequent our neck of the woods goes scampering in front of the coyote, completely oblivious, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Galina about had a fit. I figured the coyote was either tired or letting his lunch settle down.
Hopefully, the coyotes will move on to more abundant hunting grounds once it gets colder. I wouldn't want to bet on an outcome should Shiloh run across a small pack of coyotes on the property.
Despite the overloaded plate, I managed to convince Galina earlier this evening to go out for a glass of beer at the Pagosa Brewing Company, which is our local microbrewery.
The place has been around for nearly two years, which is always a good recommendation for a joint like this, and I bought a half-gallon of their "Rodeo Rider Red" the other day, which I found pretty good. Tonight, as we sat down in their beer garden - a family place, by the way, that welcomes kids (and dogs) - I ordered "Pack-It-In Porter," billed as a coconut porter, and a "Poor Richard's Ale" for Galina.
We each tried a sip of the other's drink, and it turned out I liked the ale more than the porter, and she, the porter more than the ale, so we switched glasses. The salsa we ordered was probably about the best I've had in recent memory, and we enjoyed the snack and the drink (to the faint sound of some musicians over at the far end of the garden, by design). FWIW, this place is definitely a "keeper."
Time to relax a little. Tomorrow is going to be a big day.
Cheers...
I managed to get most of the short item due this morning done last night before I went to bed, except that I wasn't working too fast. The document was written by a fellow who isn't too impressed with the corporate way of doing things in the new Russia; I guess over here, he'd be called a contrarian.
If I wasn't so tired, I'd go off on a rant about people whose sole talent seems to be to sacrifice the goal for baubles and a quick buck, and whose Clue™ deficiency is very nearly palpable, but I am tired, so I'll just say the author and I could probably have a couple of friendly beers and talk shop for a while.
Galina excitedly called me upstairs earlier in the afternoon. It seems a coyote had taken shelter in the shade of our neighbor's barn and was sitting, Sphinx-like, with tongue hanging very nearly down to the ground.
Meanwhile, one of several adolescent deer who frequent our neck of the woods goes scampering in front of the coyote, completely oblivious, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Galina about had a fit. I figured the coyote was either tired or letting his lunch settle down.
Hopefully, the coyotes will move on to more abundant hunting grounds once it gets colder. I wouldn't want to bet on an outcome should Shiloh run across a small pack of coyotes on the property.
Despite the overloaded plate, I managed to convince Galina earlier this evening to go out for a glass of beer at the Pagosa Brewing Company, which is our local microbrewery.
The place has been around for nearly two years, which is always a good recommendation for a joint like this, and I bought a half-gallon of their "Rodeo Rider Red" the other day, which I found pretty good. Tonight, as we sat down in their beer garden - a family place, by the way, that welcomes kids (and dogs) - I ordered "Pack-It-In Porter," billed as a coconut porter, and a "Poor Richard's Ale" for Galina.
We each tried a sip of the other's drink, and it turned out I liked the ale more than the porter, and she, the porter more than the ale, so we switched glasses. The salsa we ordered was probably about the best I've had in recent memory, and we enjoyed the snack and the drink (to the faint sound of some musicians over at the far end of the garden, by design). FWIW, this place is definitely a "keeper."
Time to relax a little. Tomorrow is going to be a big day.
Cheers...
