Finally!

Got home last night and sat down to dinner while Wag the Dog was playing on the tube. Feht, the other night, surprised me by saying he felt this was one of the best films ever made. For the few minutes that I watched, I cannot say I was struck by the same awe. It's a cute film, yes. And it makes an interesting social comment, true. But one of the best films ever made? Uh-uh.

After dinner, I went downstairs to lay the third translation to rest. Details are best left out of this discussion. It is enough to say I finally tamed the beast. As the phone was in use and I was determined to go to bed without delay, I put off e-mailing the document back until this morning. That task is now done, and I am free...for about 20 minutes, then it's "gotta get ready for work" again.

Coming home yesterday, I happened to glance up at the eastern skyline as I looked to my left at a stop sign. What a magnificent sight!

The sun was going down behind me, reddening the sky to the west, and casting a reddish sheen in the east on the snow-covered mountains and on the billowing cumulus clouds above them, turning the clouds into a mad swirl of color: some white, lots of orange, hints of darker red turning to gray. I wished I had a camera (maybe not, in retrospect, as I'm sure I'd be disappointed with the captured image). I rushed home, getting there about 5 minutes later, but the show was over. Another time, maybe...

It's about ten of 7. I think I'll go upstairs and make some coffee...maybe a bite to eat.

Cheers...

It's Friday again!

After posting this morning, I went upstairs and put a pot of coffee on to brew and then put on my parka and took the dogs for a walk. They cannot be trusted to go out without supervision anymore, but I need the exercise anyway.

Ming is the more ornery of the two canines. He wants to do what he wants to do. Sasha, the Dog Who Will Chew Anything, is more of a stick-with-the-human dog (especially when the human is flinging a [chewy] boomerang that he found on the ground, apparently lost under the snows of last fall).

At one point, I stopped to take a photo of the mountains, and when I turned around, the dogs had disappeared. When I again caught sight of them, Ming had assumed the role of escape ringleader, and was heading as fast as his little legs would carry him across the terrain, toward a distant house. Calling had no effect.

Wait, it did have an effect, but I'm not sure what. Sasha began to come back, but when I continued to call for Ming, she would stop, reverse course, and run to a point in front of Ming and (I think) nuzzle the small pooch in my general direction.

Holy shades of Lassie, Batman!

Ming got the message eventually, but not after I'd called him half a dozen times.

I've been pouring vitamin C and fruit juice into my body all day, as I have this itchy feeling that transcends a simple allergic reaction to any pollen that may be abroad. I probably am fighting something, as the C appears to be getting fully utilized by my organism.

I really, really wanted to go home and rest in the afternoon, but by the time everything quieted down...well...here I am...waiting for the hour hand to stand straight up so I can close the store and perform the ritual of closing out the registers, noting the numbers off the postal meter, batching out the credit card terminal, and a few other things.

Cheers...