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Moving along smoothly...
Sep. 21st, 2010 11:03 pmMore work arrived in the hopper this morning, but as it was not of a rush nature, I went ahead and started on the last 8,000 words or so of the latest chunk of The Big Edit™ with the enthusiasm of a matador who enters the ring with ketchup on his sword.
In the mid-afternoon, instead of napping, I caught up on some of the television that I missed during last night's post-dinner conversation with Mike, during which we sat in my office downstairs, drank the last of the limoncello that I made almost exactly five years ago, and talked about this and that.
Limoncello doesn't get any better over time; then again, it doesn't get any worse, either.
After the last of the editing batch was finished, I started in on the item I promised to do for Feht, and which he has graciously not been pestering me for. I figure if I do 500 words a day - and hey! I'm the goombah who goes around saying I can do 500 words standing on my head - I might even be able to deliver the final product by the time I leave for Kazakhstan.
It'll be something to do, at least, because once I finish the last batch of The Big Edit™, which arrived just a couple of hours ago, by the way, that'll be the end of that work stream. Without the job, both last month and this would've been a lot skimpier.
Huntür called around 5:30 pm, to remind us that she would be playing soccer at 6:15 downtown, so Galina and I hied ourselves downtown to see our granddaughter play. Like most games with players of that age, there were times you could throw a hula hoop around most of the team as they pursued the ball, but then the kids started to get it together.
The score remained close until the final few minutes, when Huntür's team scored a goal to tie, but then I guess the kids started to breathe a little too easy, which gave an opportunity for the opposing player who had given them the most trouble throughout the game (and with whom they had been coping pretty well to that point) to take advantage of momentum to blast past everyone to score again, restoring his team's lead.
Lots to do tomorrow. I better get some rest.
Cheers...
In the mid-afternoon, instead of napping, I caught up on some of the television that I missed during last night's post-dinner conversation with Mike, during which we sat in my office downstairs, drank the last of the limoncello that I made almost exactly five years ago, and talked about this and that.
Limoncello doesn't get any better over time; then again, it doesn't get any worse, either.
After the last of the editing batch was finished, I started in on the item I promised to do for Feht, and which he has graciously not been pestering me for. I figure if I do 500 words a day - and hey! I'm the goombah who goes around saying I can do 500 words standing on my head - I might even be able to deliver the final product by the time I leave for Kazakhstan.
It'll be something to do, at least, because once I finish the last batch of The Big Edit™, which arrived just a couple of hours ago, by the way, that'll be the end of that work stream. Without the job, both last month and this would've been a lot skimpier.
Huntür called around 5:30 pm, to remind us that she would be playing soccer at 6:15 downtown, so Galina and I hied ourselves downtown to see our granddaughter play. Like most games with players of that age, there were times you could throw a hula hoop around most of the team as they pursued the ball, but then the kids started to get it together.
The score remained close until the final few minutes, when Huntür's team scored a goal to tie, but then I guess the kids started to breathe a little too easy, which gave an opportunity for the opposing player who had given them the most trouble throughout the game (and with whom they had been coping pretty well to that point) to take advantage of momentum to blast past everyone to score again, restoring his team's lead.
Lots to do tomorrow. I better get some rest.
Cheers...
