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Freewheel...
Nov. 7th, 2007 08:22 pmReturning to my desk after over a month away on short notice was... curious. Front and center was the sheet I was using for scratchpaper when the news about my father arrived. I had scribbled a half dozen phone numbers on it, numbers that I ended up not really needing. The sheet has now fulfilled its destiny as shredder fodder.
The item due today was sent with no problem, except that I probably should have made more noise about the fact that the source text had been edited to look like it was in revision mode, when actually, it wasn't, so when I made my translation match the source, I wasn't really doing anyone any favors. I need to sort of wake up and smell the coffee on these kinds of issues, especially with my best client.
We had dinner with Natalie and her boyfriend last night. He was nervous, which is a state I can identify with, as far as meeting your girlfriend's parents is concerned, but I cannot recall any behavior on my part that might have contributed to compounding his nervous state. (I have always joked with Natalie about her introducing her boyfriends to me while I am in the middle of field-strip/cleaning the .45, so as to <nudge> subtly convey a message, but it's not really in my nature to do so, despite there having been a couple of "candidates" who likely would have profited from such an encounter, but I digress...) Nor was there anything that Galina might've done or said, either. At any rate, in a call earlier to day, Natalie said she thought we'd been too hard on the boy.
Oh, well.
The next (and for now, only) item on the plate is just short of 12,000 source words long, but is a revision of a previous document. I have said previous document, and thus will undertake to find out just how much new stuff is involved, but tomorrow.
Our air conditioner has been giving us problems ever since we fired up the unit at the end of last winter, when we found that the water being extracted from the humid air wasn't going where it was supposed to be going (drain), but into the air duct and out onto the top surface of the ceiling, where it made a mess.
During the height of the a/c season, we got a repair estimate that aged us. I elected instead to pick up an aquarium pump at the pet store and plug it into a timer that was set to provide power for 4 hours per day, and then mounted the pump at the bottom of a plastic container that went under where the water was flowing out of the duct. The system worked, but not to the point where I'd feel good about renting the place to a tenant, if you get my drift.
Anyway, being gone for a month gave the insides of the air ducts a chance to dry out, so when the unit kicked on upon activation, some flakes of gunk came floating out of the registers (some of which I've enclosed in a small glass vial for analysis, maybe, someday... I suspect it's mold), just as was the case earlier in the year. This got me to thinking about the bouts of indigestion that I had suffered, and which seem to have faded away with my absence from the house here in Webster over the past few weeks.
To make a long story short, we put the house on the rental market and hired a guy to replace the a/c unit, which is a heap less expensive now that the a/c season is ended and work is drying up. If the price is right, I may also replace the compressor unit at the side of the house, as it has been ridden pretty hard over the past few years, and it'd be better to replace it now than in, say, May of next year.
* * * The buzz abou the Eee PC seems to be getting stronger. If (and I emphasize, if) I elect to get a miniature unit, it will likely be an Eee. As attractive as a Fujitsu LifeBook may be, it's still over two times as expensive as an Eee.
Cheers...
The item due today was sent with no problem, except that I probably should have made more noise about the fact that the source text had been edited to look like it was in revision mode, when actually, it wasn't, so when I made my translation match the source, I wasn't really doing anyone any favors. I need to sort of wake up and smell the coffee on these kinds of issues, especially with my best client.
We had dinner with Natalie and her boyfriend last night. He was nervous, which is a state I can identify with, as far as meeting your girlfriend's parents is concerned, but I cannot recall any behavior on my part that might have contributed to compounding his nervous state. (I have always joked with Natalie about her introducing her boyfriends to me while I am in the middle of field-strip/cleaning the .45, so as to <nudge> subtly convey a message, but it's not really in my nature to do so, despite there having been a couple of "candidates" who likely would have profited from such an encounter, but I digress...) Nor was there anything that Galina might've done or said, either. At any rate, in a call earlier to day, Natalie said she thought we'd been too hard on the boy.
Oh, well.
The next (and for now, only) item on the plate is just short of 12,000 source words long, but is a revision of a previous document. I have said previous document, and thus will undertake to find out just how much new stuff is involved, but tomorrow.
Our air conditioner has been giving us problems ever since we fired up the unit at the end of last winter, when we found that the water being extracted from the humid air wasn't going where it was supposed to be going (drain), but into the air duct and out onto the top surface of the ceiling, where it made a mess.
During the height of the a/c season, we got a repair estimate that aged us. I elected instead to pick up an aquarium pump at the pet store and plug it into a timer that was set to provide power for 4 hours per day, and then mounted the pump at the bottom of a plastic container that went under where the water was flowing out of the duct. The system worked, but not to the point where I'd feel good about renting the place to a tenant, if you get my drift.
Anyway, being gone for a month gave the insides of the air ducts a chance to dry out, so when the unit kicked on upon activation, some flakes of gunk came floating out of the registers (some of which I've enclosed in a small glass vial for analysis, maybe, someday... I suspect it's mold), just as was the case earlier in the year. This got me to thinking about the bouts of indigestion that I had suffered, and which seem to have faded away with my absence from the house here in Webster over the past few weeks.
To make a long story short, we put the house on the rental market and hired a guy to replace the a/c unit, which is a heap less expensive now that the a/c season is ended and work is drying up. If the price is right, I may also replace the compressor unit at the side of the house, as it has been ridden pretty hard over the past few years, and it'd be better to replace it now than in, say, May of next year.
Cheers...
