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One of the interesting finds among the boxes removed from the store was an electronic scale that, I suspect, does a bang-up better job of weighing large objects (such as myself) than the cool-looking scale we've had in the bathroom for nearly ever.
You see, I always used to wonder how it was I gained about 10-12 pounds between birthday-suit-on-the-bathroom-scale and normally-clothed-on-the-doctor's-scale. It turns out the bathroom scale reads 8 pounds too light for me, and about 4 pounds too light for Galina (who is, natch, lighter than I am). This behavior probably explains why a 50-pound bag of something shows up as 50 pounds on the bathroom scale: at some point above 50, the scale starts to "lose" pounds, and the greater the weight, the greater the loss. Anyway, I'm not going to lose any sleep over it (though I am happy to have broken into the 220s this afternoon, as measured by the electronic unit).
The translation work coming in the past few days has done nothing to improve my 15-day running average, which was awful enough at the end of August. Today might mark a turning point, though, even if much of the work was of the sub-1000 word kind. I logged 5 incoming jobs, 4 of which have been returned, with the fifth promising to take up most of tomorrow. I might add that I've done nothing to further the paper chase today, and not through any lack of application on my part.
My sudden popularity among clients has given Galina the idea that it'd be better for me to concentrate on what I do best, i.e., translation, and do it down in Houston. Meanwhile, her job will be to try to sort the store's paper into enough of a semblance of order so as to hand it off to some hired help. Needless to say, I agree, though I must admit I won't be happy to miss the birth of the new arrival somewhere around the end of the month.
The next launch campaign is scheduled to start well after the first of October, which is good, since trying to get an AIDS test - required for the visa - in this part of the country isn't easy. My first problem was getting through to people. The local clinic that does blood tests didn't return my messages, and its parent organization in Durango didn't feel it was necessary to update its web page when it moved from the old hospital site to the new one (causing a number change and seemingly endless busy signals).
Calling the local health department revealed that they do AIDS tests only for high-risk people; calling Planned Parenthood in Durango revealed they only do such tests for women. Eventually, I found out where I could get the test done, except that it was only done on Wednesdays, it was too late to schedule an appointment for today, and results would take a week to come back. I won't begin to bore you with my adventures trying to find out how much such services cost, as most of the people I spoke with both didn't know and didn't know who I could speak with in their organizations.
Fortunately, our immediate plans will make it relatively easy for me to get the required test done in Houston, so the struggle - and the questions - are moot.
In other news, it would seem I will be liable for that gynormous deposit that went missing nearly two years ago. There's nothing to do but grin and bear it, I guess, though conceivably, I could try to call our regular customers and see if I could find one of them who wrote a check on that day, to see if it had been cashed. (Then again, assuming I find one who did write such a check, it might turn out never to have been cashed at all... grrr.)
Life goes on, however.
Cheers...
You see, I always used to wonder how it was I gained about 10-12 pounds between birthday-suit-on-the-bathroom-scale and normally-clothed-on-the-doctor's-scale. It turns out the bathroom scale reads 8 pounds too light for me, and about 4 pounds too light for Galina (who is, natch, lighter than I am). This behavior probably explains why a 50-pound bag of something shows up as 50 pounds on the bathroom scale: at some point above 50, the scale starts to "lose" pounds, and the greater the weight, the greater the loss. Anyway, I'm not going to lose any sleep over it (though I am happy to have broken into the 220s this afternoon, as measured by the electronic unit).
The translation work coming in the past few days has done nothing to improve my 15-day running average, which was awful enough at the end of August. Today might mark a turning point, though, even if much of the work was of the sub-1000 word kind. I logged 5 incoming jobs, 4 of which have been returned, with the fifth promising to take up most of tomorrow. I might add that I've done nothing to further the paper chase today, and not through any lack of application on my part.
My sudden popularity among clients has given Galina the idea that it'd be better for me to concentrate on what I do best, i.e., translation, and do it down in Houston. Meanwhile, her job will be to try to sort the store's paper into enough of a semblance of order so as to hand it off to some hired help. Needless to say, I agree, though I must admit I won't be happy to miss the birth of the new arrival somewhere around the end of the month.
The next launch campaign is scheduled to start well after the first of October, which is good, since trying to get an AIDS test - required for the visa - in this part of the country isn't easy. My first problem was getting through to people. The local clinic that does blood tests didn't return my messages, and its parent organization in Durango didn't feel it was necessary to update its web page when it moved from the old hospital site to the new one (causing a number change and seemingly endless busy signals).
Calling the local health department revealed that they do AIDS tests only for high-risk people; calling Planned Parenthood in Durango revealed they only do such tests for women. Eventually, I found out where I could get the test done, except that it was only done on Wednesdays, it was too late to schedule an appointment for today, and results would take a week to come back. I won't begin to bore you with my adventures trying to find out how much such services cost, as most of the people I spoke with both didn't know and didn't know who I could speak with in their organizations.
Fortunately, our immediate plans will make it relatively easy for me to get the required test done in Houston, so the struggle - and the questions - are moot.
In other news, it would seem I will be liable for that gynormous deposit that went missing nearly two years ago. There's nothing to do but grin and bear it, I guess, though conceivably, I could try to call our regular customers and see if I could find one of them who wrote a check on that day, to see if it had been cashed. (Then again, assuming I find one who did write such a check, it might turn out never to have been cashed at all... grrr.)
Life goes on, however.
Cheers...
