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A (mostly) Labor Day...
Sep. 2nd, 2002 10:14 pmSomewhere between waking and now, I managed to finish the three items for client R in Georgia. If I never translate another text on congenital syphilis, it will be too soon (OTOH, if duty calls...).
The documents offered some terminological challenges, especially since there appear to have been changes made to the medical care infrastructure over the past decade. Too, there was the perennial presence of abbreviations, many of which I was not able to resolve with a visit to sokr.ru (though I added several of those that I did find on my own).
Galina and I went to visit the kids in the early afternoon. Drew cooked and we had a fairly good time (though I think I nibbled way too many chips and olives). We brought Huntur back home with us for a visit (driving Drew's car, which has the car seat installed). Once home, we fed her strawberries, a banana, and I tried giving the kid small slivers of apple. Everything went down without complaint, except the apple, which I found puzzling, since Huntur seemed to really get a kick out of using her small choppers to take small hunks out of the fruit.
At one point, she started to repeat "mama" and tried to go down the stairs (I kept her from doing so, to prevent a nasty fall). Eventually, I took her hands and she "walked" down the stairs, repeating "mama" all the way down. Once down, she banged on the door to where she and her parents lived, up until a couple of weeks ago. I opened the door and she walked in, looking around at the now-unfamiliar surroundings (I've got a bunch of papers in boxes on the floor). I'm pretty sure she thought mom and dad were still downstairs.
Galina and I watched The Royal Tenenbaums last night. I'd not heard much about the movie, but agreed with Galina that a cast starring Gene Hackman, Anjelica Huston, Gwyneth Paltrow, Danny Glover, and Ben Stiller was probably worth watching. In retrospect, I don't know. The story concerns a family that - although "blessed" with child geniuses - is nonetheless quite dysfunctional. All of the brilliant children waste their potential. The father is a jerk. Gwyneth Paltrow spends most of her screen time trying to act like Wednesday Addams.
But I'm telling it in a much more logical fashion than was developed on the screen.
Anyway, I'm probably an unwashed ignoramus, as I couldn't find any point to the film, except perhaps to glorify the flaws that we all have, to one degree or another (and here, I'm probably guilty of imposing my own view of the world on what I perceived to be the point of the film).
I am gratified to see just how much I remember of my high-school French. I even skipped some of the lessons in the CD set I borrowed from Feht (I don't think I can ever forget how to count in French... quatre-vingts, indeed!). The whole process is turning into a good brush-up session, though I am sure I'll require one or two more passes through the material for most of it to "stick."
In any event, it's back to the old grind again tomorrow. Time to rest.
Cheers...
The documents offered some terminological challenges, especially since there appear to have been changes made to the medical care infrastructure over the past decade. Too, there was the perennial presence of abbreviations, many of which I was not able to resolve with a visit to sokr.ru (though I added several of those that I did find on my own).
Galina and I went to visit the kids in the early afternoon. Drew cooked and we had a fairly good time (though I think I nibbled way too many chips and olives). We brought Huntur back home with us for a visit (driving Drew's car, which has the car seat installed). Once home, we fed her strawberries, a banana, and I tried giving the kid small slivers of apple. Everything went down without complaint, except the apple, which I found puzzling, since Huntur seemed to really get a kick out of using her small choppers to take small hunks out of the fruit.
At one point, she started to repeat "mama" and tried to go down the stairs (I kept her from doing so, to prevent a nasty fall). Eventually, I took her hands and she "walked" down the stairs, repeating "mama" all the way down. Once down, she banged on the door to where she and her parents lived, up until a couple of weeks ago. I opened the door and she walked in, looking around at the now-unfamiliar surroundings (I've got a bunch of papers in boxes on the floor). I'm pretty sure she thought mom and dad were still downstairs.
Galina and I watched The Royal Tenenbaums last night. I'd not heard much about the movie, but agreed with Galina that a cast starring Gene Hackman, Anjelica Huston, Gwyneth Paltrow, Danny Glover, and Ben Stiller was probably worth watching. In retrospect, I don't know. The story concerns a family that - although "blessed" with child geniuses - is nonetheless quite dysfunctional. All of the brilliant children waste their potential. The father is a jerk. Gwyneth Paltrow spends most of her screen time trying to act like Wednesday Addams.
But I'm telling it in a much more logical fashion than was developed on the screen.
Anyway, I'm probably an unwashed ignoramus, as I couldn't find any point to the film, except perhaps to glorify the flaws that we all have, to one degree or another (and here, I'm probably guilty of imposing my own view of the world on what I perceived to be the point of the film).
I am gratified to see just how much I remember of my high-school French. I even skipped some of the lessons in the CD set I borrowed from Feht (I don't think I can ever forget how to count in French... quatre-vingts, indeed!). The whole process is turning into a good brush-up session, though I am sure I'll require one or two more passes through the material for most of it to "stick."
In any event, it's back to the old grind again tomorrow. Time to rest.
Cheers...
