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Countin' the hours...
Sep. 17th, 2000 07:56 pmThe shadows are getting long, and the mosquitos that held court all over the property all summer long seem to have been displaced by annoying black gnats, or some similar small flying insect. They are, for the moment, tolerable as I wait for the tuna steaks to cook (but not overcook) on our grill.
The day started early, as my internal clock got me up at 6:30 am. Since then, I have managed to clean (most of) the kitchen, sweep the floor, do four loads of laundry, pick through four months of accumulated bills, receips, and other important paper, and do an outline of my ATA presentation. Just call me "Mr. Productivity."
Sasha the retriever has become a hard-bitten digger. I caught her merrily attempting to tunnel her way to freedom although there is much for her to learn. The primary thing today was to learn that excavating directly under the slab to this house is a lot of work. When I caught her, she was nearly shoulders-deep in what looked to be an imminent mine shaft. What befuddles me is that the dirt that used to be in the hole is nowhere to be found. (I don't expect it to be piled neatly next to the hole, but I don't expect it to have been so expertly distributed around the lawn, either.) The dog has also developed a liking for grapes. I am beginning to have my doubts about this animal.
I also managed to sneak in a viewing of the "director's cut" of Das Boot, which is one of those war films that doesn't go in for any message, other than, perhaps, "war is hell." The story revolves around a deployment of a German U-boat in the North Atlantic in 1941. Aside from the almost unnatural ability of the British ASW folks to drop depth charges right onto the sub, the action looks authentic. Authentic or not, the film did little to inspire me.
The tuna is done, methinks. Now to grab the steaks and get out from this cloud of insects.
Only about 26 hours until Galina comes home.
Zip-a-dee-doo-dah...
Cheers...
The day started early, as my internal clock got me up at 6:30 am. Since then, I have managed to clean (most of) the kitchen, sweep the floor, do four loads of laundry, pick through four months of accumulated bills, receips, and other important paper, and do an outline of my ATA presentation. Just call me "Mr. Productivity."
Sasha the retriever has become a hard-bitten digger. I caught her merrily attempting to tunnel her way to freedom although there is much for her to learn. The primary thing today was to learn that excavating directly under the slab to this house is a lot of work. When I caught her, she was nearly shoulders-deep in what looked to be an imminent mine shaft. What befuddles me is that the dirt that used to be in the hole is nowhere to be found. (I don't expect it to be piled neatly next to the hole, but I don't expect it to have been so expertly distributed around the lawn, either.) The dog has also developed a liking for grapes. I am beginning to have my doubts about this animal.
I also managed to sneak in a viewing of the "director's cut" of Das Boot, which is one of those war films that doesn't go in for any message, other than, perhaps, "war is hell." The story revolves around a deployment of a German U-boat in the North Atlantic in 1941. Aside from the almost unnatural ability of the British ASW folks to drop depth charges right onto the sub, the action looks authentic. Authentic or not, the film did little to inspire me.
The tuna is done, methinks. Now to grab the steaks and get out from this cloud of insects.
Only about 26 hours until Galina comes home.
Zip-a-dee-doo-dah...
Cheers...
