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About $20 to go... (not!)
Aug. 30th, 2002 10:44 pmWell, I sent back the last Excel file today and then set about the task of doing a reasonable word count for the files. (By reasonable, I mean I don't expect to be paid for numbers I didn't do anything with.) After about 20 minutes, it was clear that August was going to go from the second worst month in the year to perhaps the second or third best. Those short comments on 2900+ rows of several worksheets worth of files do add up after a while. :^)
After Galina got home, she announced that she was pretty tired, and since there was still daylight out there, I asked if she would object if I went over to Feht's. I hadn't seen the guy in a dog's age (and hadn't been more than 10-15 miles or so from home in the past couple of weeks for sure... and it feels like longer).
I showed up at his homestead, located about 11 miles off of Highway 160 down Cat Creek Road, and we chatted about all sorts of stuff. He's just come off of a mad jag of translating Jack Vance's stories into Russian, and we talked (as almost all conversations with Feht eventually do) about genetics, and intelligence, and IQ. Masha served beef kholodets, which we washed down with a large bottle each of Plzner-Urquell. As I took my leave, he said (for about the umpteenth time) that we really ought to go to Moab, over in Utah, soon and take a couple of days to do nothing but vegetate. I'm very tempted, but September is going to be a very busy month... I just have this feeling.
On the way back home, I stopped the truck on a straight stretch of road, turned off all the lights and the engine, and just got out to experience total, complete, utter darkness (except for the swash of the Milky Way and the numerous stars in the sky). My only companion was the mild tinnitus that's provided a high-frequency accompaniment to everything I do for over a decade, now.
Unfortunately, I wasn't inclined to hang out long enough for my eyes to really get accustomed to the dark, so after a couple of minutes of it, I got back in the car and started for home again. When I got home, Galina was sound asleep in front of the TV, and the dogs were frisky. I've fed them and am now thinking of going to sleep myself.
The work for client R is going slowly. It's quasi-medical, meaning that these are grant proposals to do medical research, so they have to be technical enough to explain the medicine, but not so technical as to preclude bureaucrats from understanding them. If I ever said there were 9 pages of this material, I was wrong: there are 15,. but a couple of them are nearly blank. I see no problem getting them done on time.
I am starting to yawn, nearly uncontrollably. Time to go to sleep. As there has been no rain recently, I will not try to "dash through the woods" tomorrow morning. I will sleep in. Sunday, I am told, the kids are going over to Creede for a "salsa festival" (go figure), which means that Galina and I will get an opportunity to spend the whole day with Huntur! I am looking forward to that.
Cheers...
After Galina got home, she announced that she was pretty tired, and since there was still daylight out there, I asked if she would object if I went over to Feht's. I hadn't seen the guy in a dog's age (and hadn't been more than 10-15 miles or so from home in the past couple of weeks for sure... and it feels like longer).
I showed up at his homestead, located about 11 miles off of Highway 160 down Cat Creek Road, and we chatted about all sorts of stuff. He's just come off of a mad jag of translating Jack Vance's stories into Russian, and we talked (as almost all conversations with Feht eventually do) about genetics, and intelligence, and IQ. Masha served beef kholodets, which we washed down with a large bottle each of Plzner-Urquell. As I took my leave, he said (for about the umpteenth time) that we really ought to go to Moab, over in Utah, soon and take a couple of days to do nothing but vegetate. I'm very tempted, but September is going to be a very busy month... I just have this feeling.
On the way back home, I stopped the truck on a straight stretch of road, turned off all the lights and the engine, and just got out to experience total, complete, utter darkness (except for the swash of the Milky Way and the numerous stars in the sky). My only companion was the mild tinnitus that's provided a high-frequency accompaniment to everything I do for over a decade, now.
Unfortunately, I wasn't inclined to hang out long enough for my eyes to really get accustomed to the dark, so after a couple of minutes of it, I got back in the car and started for home again. When I got home, Galina was sound asleep in front of the TV, and the dogs were frisky. I've fed them and am now thinking of going to sleep myself.
The work for client R is going slowly. It's quasi-medical, meaning that these are grant proposals to do medical research, so they have to be technical enough to explain the medicine, but not so technical as to preclude bureaucrats from understanding them. If I ever said there were 9 pages of this material, I was wrong: there are 15,. but a couple of them are nearly blank. I see no problem getting them done on time.
I am starting to yawn, nearly uncontrollably. Time to go to sleep. As there has been no rain recently, I will not try to "dash through the woods" tomorrow morning. I will sleep in. Sunday, I am told, the kids are going over to Creede for a "salsa festival" (go figure), which means that Galina and I will get an opportunity to spend the whole day with Huntur! I am looking forward to that.
Cheers...
