Whisky. Tango. Foxtrot.
Oh, wow! A blast from the past.
I don't think I've typed the words
Cheers...
I don't think I've typed the words
in over a decade.Space Station "Freedom"
Cheers...
2009-02-06
Water!
One of the disadvantages of buying a home originally built by a builder for his own use is the risk of ending up with a product that is reminiscent of a song titled One Piece At A Time, which was recorded by Johnny Cash back during the Bicentennial.
Indeed, our house even looks a little like it was constructed of materials the builder had left over from various jobs back in the day. The layout has a lot of nice touches, but an equal number of rough edges (some might uncharitably call them "afterthoughts").
Apropos of uncharitable thoughts, some ran through my mind when the plumbing problem was finally uncovered. It turns out the pipe coming into the slab on which the house sits is old and brittle, and not buried very far down at all (in fact, it was swaddled in insulation that had lost its insulating properties a long time ago). The good news, however, was that it was of a diameter sufficient to allow a new flexible pipe to be run through it, so now we are, if not cooking with gas, then at least washing with water!
* * * I continue to work on the translation received yesterday, and have just under 1700 words left. I expect to finish them by the time I hit the sack.
Cheers...
Indeed, our house even looks a little like it was constructed of materials the builder had left over from various jobs back in the day. The layout has a lot of nice touches, but an equal number of rough edges (some might uncharitably call them "afterthoughts").
Apropos of uncharitable thoughts, some ran through my mind when the plumbing problem was finally uncovered. It turns out the pipe coming into the slab on which the house sits is old and brittle, and not buried very far down at all (in fact, it was swaddled in insulation that had lost its insulating properties a long time ago). The good news, however, was that it was of a diameter sufficient to allow a new flexible pipe to be run through it, so now we are, if not cooking with gas, then at least washing with water!
Cheers...
About done in...
Well, between this, that, and that third thing lurking under the pile of shale backfill out front, I've managed to translate very nearly 6,000 target words, and even though I have less than 300 words left at this point, I am officially looking to throw in the towel for today.
I've had it.
I'll translate the rest either tomorrow morning, or later tonight (but only if the Muse - the one with the baseball bat - comes to visit). For now, I think I'll go upstairs and do some Tube (while I still can; the box becomes a door stop on February 17).
* * * In other news, my latest LJ Idol essay seems to have been well received, even if a lot of readers seem to end up reaching for the Kleenex.
If you haven't read it, I invite you to do so and then visit this week's poll, which lists everyone's entry for this week (there are some really remarkable entries there). Naturally, a vote this week for your truly would be appreciated, as the competition prepares to get down to the "Top 30" contestants!
Cheers...
I've had it.
I'll translate the rest either tomorrow morning, or later tonight (but only if the Muse - the one with the baseball bat - comes to visit). For now, I think I'll go upstairs and do some Tube (while I still can; the box becomes a door stop on February 17).
If you haven't read it, I invite you to do so and then visit this week's poll, which lists everyone's entry for this week (there are some really remarkable entries there). Naturally, a vote this week for your truly would be appreciated, as the competition prepares to get down to the "Top 30" contestants!
Cheers...