Tooling along...
Oct. 13th, 2006 12:20 pmThere's a Canon combination copier/printer/scanner here at the office that can be used to scan directly to one's computer, so I brought about 20 pounds of photocopied, Soviet-era dictionaries that had been lying around my office at home for goodness knows how long, and am slowly feeding them through the machine. Checking the OCR will be an issue, down the road, but at least now I can discard the photocopies, I think.
I'm currently in the office, having translated about a half dozen certificates from English into Russian (which sounds a lot more impressive than what I actually did, which was to find the analogous certificates from the previous campaign and modify them for this one) and supported several interactions between our team and our Russian hosts. I plan to go back to the hotel area in about 10 or 20 minutes, eat lunch, and then exercise while the laundry is getting done.
I'm worrying way too much about what is happening (or not) back home, as far as making ends meet is concerned, and trying to make peace with the fact that there's only so much I can do from half a world away.
Talking about half a world away, it occurs to me that I am fortunate to live in an era where I can receive a photograph of a new grandchild within a matter of hours of the birth, despite the fact that twelve time zones separate me and my son's family.
I should probably start getting myself together for the 12:30 pm bus.
Cheers...
I'm currently in the office, having translated about a half dozen certificates from English into Russian (which sounds a lot more impressive than what I actually did, which was to find the analogous certificates from the previous campaign and modify them for this one) and supported several interactions between our team and our Russian hosts. I plan to go back to the hotel area in about 10 or 20 minutes, eat lunch, and then exercise while the laundry is getting done.
I'm worrying way too much about what is happening (or not) back home, as far as making ends meet is concerned, and trying to make peace with the fact that there's only so much I can do from half a world away.
Talking about half a world away, it occurs to me that I am fortunate to live in an era where I can receive a photograph of a new grandchild within a matter of hours of the birth, despite the fact that twelve time zones separate me and my son's family.
I should probably start getting myself together for the 12:30 pm bus.
Cheers...