Snow sighting...

This was the scene this morning out back as I let the cat out this morning. Yes, that's snow out there. It is fairly obvious to me that the word is not getting passed to the proper people about the end of winter. Heck, we've even exhausted the "six more weeks of winter" time frame from the beginning of February and it's been over a month since the sun crossed the equinox heading northward.

The translation due today is gone, as is another shortie assigned this morning. At first, I thought the rush job was going to take a long time, owing to the large number of captions in the figures, but I managed to stumble across a fairly efficient way of using Acrobat, Photoshop Elements 2.0, and OneNote to process the figures in jig time.

There are still a few items on the todo for today, including a visit to Huntür's school tonight to watch some kind of play.

In the meantime, I'd like to file the unemployment for the store, deposit some checks, and respond to a couple of prospective clients. I've already got a handful of responses to my solicitation for questions, and I plan to space the answers out (one a day sounds reasonable, but we'll see).

Cheers...

Fellowship and question #1...

I managed to get almost everything done today, and what was left undone poses no threat and will cause no loss of sleep. As the day progressed, it seemed more and more important for me to wind things up to be able to go to Huntür's school play. I made it there in the last few minutes, though it was apparent from the excellent placement of Drew's Honda that the kids had been among the first to get there.

I always get vaguely sentimental when attending events of this kinds, because to me they underscore the kinds of things that people value that go beyond the merely pedestrian goal of providing a boost to a youngster's self esteem, or even the more lofty sounding goal of imprinting some aspects of heritage on young minds. You don't get this kind of feeling - or memory - from a television tube.

The evening's story was a retelling of the story of Noah's ark. The role played by the preschoolers - the group to which Huntür belongs - was that of the animals brought onto the vessel. Unfortunately, between the mask she was wearing and her adopted position low to the railing of the "ship," I got no good shots of whatever animal it was she was depicting (something vaguely mammalian - as I think they all were (nobody was representing, say, a plague bacterium)), but an opportunity afforded itself at the end, when everyone reappeared at the front of the hall for the finale:

* * *In other news, an interested reader asks: "Why would you contemplate answering questions from ninnyhammers like me when you have so many other Important things to do?"

Well, if you boil it right down to basics, other things (Important or Not) notwithstanding, most of us are blindingly poor at asking ourselves good questions, such as the one you pose. And I am most acutely aware that, though I am driven to commit something to this journal on a regular basis (and that as a result, the occasional good - maybe even brilliant - post sees the light of day), nonetheless, quite a number of my posts could be of no possible interest except to me on a bored day and my shrink, should I ever pick one up along the way. Questions from strangers, asked in seriousness, deserve a serious answer, which likely implies thinking along lines not previously traversed, which is always a Good Thing™.

In addition, had I not solicited questions, I would not have encountered the marvelous word "ninnyhammer," which I will incorporate into my vocabulary (and doubtless use before long).

Cheers...