Ten years ago...
Dec. 31st, 2010 11:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
alexpgpLast weekend, I heard some mention of it being the tenth anniversary of a crew being aboard the International Space Station, and recalled that I was one of the interpreters working space-to-ground on Christmas of 2000 as the folks at the Mission Control Center in Houston sent their greetings to that first crew, consisting of Bill Shepherd, Sergei Krikalev, and Yuri Gidzenko. I wrote about the experience a couple of days after that shift.
If I'm to get into a proper "what was I doing 10 years ago tonight" jag, then I must turn to this post, in which I explain how I had finished my work at the MCC and was apparently preparing to quit Texas and return to Colorado, and to do so in a 27-foot rented truck. My heart was light and I had the best of company: Ming, our fearless Peke.
It sure felt as if Galina and I were starting a new life, and in a way we were, and in another way we really weren't. Every day you wake up, you start a new life, with a new set of possibilities.
The truth of that statement is matched only by how hard it is to keep in mind, because it's way too easy to go with the flow and let life—in all its varied and sundry forms—wear you down. Although illegitimus non carborundum is nonsense Latin, it's still good advice, but only if you can remember to follow it.
It's about a half hour to the New Year as I tap the keyboard. Earlier in the evening, I jotted down some ideas about what I'd like the coming year to bring. They're not really resolutions, but they're a start.
With "Western Christmas" behind us and "Orthodox Christmas" before us, today seems most appropriate to wish everyone the best. To all who may see these tappings, greetings!
May the best of your past be the worst of your future!
Cheer...
If I'm to get into a proper "what was I doing 10 years ago tonight" jag, then I must turn to this post, in which I explain how I had finished my work at the MCC and was apparently preparing to quit Texas and return to Colorado, and to do so in a 27-foot rented truck. My heart was light and I had the best of company: Ming, our fearless Peke.
It sure felt as if Galina and I were starting a new life, and in a way we were, and in another way we really weren't. Every day you wake up, you start a new life, with a new set of possibilities.
The truth of that statement is matched only by how hard it is to keep in mind, because it's way too easy to go with the flow and let life—in all its varied and sundry forms—wear you down. Although illegitimus non carborundum is nonsense Latin, it's still good advice, but only if you can remember to follow it.
It's about a half hour to the New Year as I tap the keyboard. Earlier in the evening, I jotted down some ideas about what I'd like the coming year to bring. They're not really resolutions, but they're a start.
With "Western Christmas" behind us and "Orthodox Christmas" before us, today seems most appropriate to wish everyone the best. To all who may see these tappings, greetings!
May the best of your past be the worst of your future!
Cheer...
