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Do you hear that? No noise!
May. 25th, 2007 08:38 pmLast week, upon arriving home from London, there were several emails in my inbox asking if I was interested in work. One of them solved itself while I was on the road, and the second was sent off this morning, while a response to do an impossible amount of work in an incredible short time (amounting to: "Can you send me the file so I can look at it?") netted me an "out-of-the-office" message despite a 20 minute turnaround from my end, and no followup during the week. As I had enough on my plate and since May has turned out to be a good month (and here we are, six days from the end!), I haven't been exactly crying in my beer.
There have been exactly zero emails today asking about my willingness to work over the long weekend, and I am perfectly satisfied (though, to tell the truth, I have an interpretation gig set up for Monday).
* * * I've been missing the pitter-patter of little feet around the house: specifically, that of a canine companion. There's a part of me that would like to see a dachshund around the place, but there is a greater part of me that likes dogs in general... who could have predicted the variety of Canis familiaris that have been part of my life?
Natalie, upon hearing of this, said, "So, what's stopping you?"
It's a difficult question to answer.
Mostly, it has to do with Galina's and my... mobility, for lack of a better word. I can foresee having to travel to New York to be with the old man for some period of time, and if that happens, primo, I am not going to be all that happy to leave any new companion behind somewhere, and segundo, I won't let it be an "outside dog" the way my father's Rex was forced to be in his run. And we haven't begun to catalog the various and sundry ways in which I can disappear for times ranging from a week to a month and a half... it wouldn't be fair to the pooch, methinks.
Add to that Galina and my nascent idea of becoming expats, for a variety of reasons, and the issue becomes ever more complex. (I suppose this will require elaboration in another post.)
On the other hand... there is some deep, basic itch in my being that isn't being scratched.
It's something to think about.
Meanwhile, I have another couple of days on the Hollywood Video $24.95-per-month membership before it "hits" for another month (during which I'm sure we'll be mostly in Pagosa), and there is a DVD in the living room of Forrest Whitaker in The Last King of Scotland (a film that, frankly, would be normally among the last on my list of must-see movies, except for the buzz about the power of Whitaker's performance).
Paraphrasing Khayyam:
There have been exactly zero emails today asking about my willingness to work over the long weekend, and I am perfectly satisfied (though, to tell the truth, I have an interpretation gig set up for Monday).
Natalie, upon hearing of this, said, "So, what's stopping you?"
It's a difficult question to answer.
Mostly, it has to do with Galina's and my... mobility, for lack of a better word. I can foresee having to travel to New York to be with the old man for some period of time, and if that happens, primo, I am not going to be all that happy to leave any new companion behind somewhere, and segundo, I won't let it be an "outside dog" the way my father's Rex was forced to be in his run. And we haven't begun to catalog the various and sundry ways in which I can disappear for times ranging from a week to a month and a half... it wouldn't be fair to the pooch, methinks.
Add to that Galina and my nascent idea of becoming expats, for a variety of reasons, and the issue becomes ever more complex. (I suppose this will require elaboration in another post.)
On the other hand... there is some deep, basic itch in my being that isn't being scratched.
It's something to think about.
Meanwhile, I have another couple of days on the Hollywood Video $24.95-per-month membership before it "hits" for another month (during which I'm sure we'll be mostly in Pagosa), and there is a DVD in the living room of Forrest Whitaker in The Last King of Scotland (a film that, frankly, would be normally among the last on my list of must-see movies, except for the buzz about the power of Whitaker's performance).
Paraphrasing Khayyam:
A DVD to play upon the magic screen,Cheers...
A soya burger, a spoon of millet, and Thou,
Beside me, on the leather couch -
O life in Webster were Paradise enow!
