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One of those crazy Saturdays...
Oct. 8th, 2011 08:53 pmI split the second half of Thursday's avalanche of work between yesterday, when I wasn't feeling quite chipper (not to mention the object of a steady stream of interruptions), and this morning. And actually, it was more like "translated 4,000 source words yesterday, and the remaining 1,000 words this morning."
Then came the formatting, which ate almost an hour, and the other three short items that were part of the package.
Then I turned to on revising two translations of previously translated documents that were revised by people who probably have no idea that revision mode even exists in Word, which is perhaps why I found a couple of changes in the text that hadn't been highlighted by hand. For eventualities like this, Word's Compare feature is a real life-saver!
By the time I was finished, it was almost time to leave for grandson Mathew's birthday celebration. On my way out the door, I grabbed my camera, forgetting that I had removed the memory card, which was still plugged in my computer. Oh, well...
It was a fairly typical affair—balloons, a piñata, cake, and favors—marred slightly for me by my having neglected to translate a cover email—my error, no bout a-doubt it—which I proceeded to do on Drew's Office-less machine. Google Docs came through like a champ, even if I couldn't figure out how to do footers and did miss most of the hullaballoo surrounding Mathew's opening of his gifts, which was going on a scant meter and a half from my left ear. The translation was sent, and I turned my attention back to the festivities.
It snowed again last night, and I noticed that a bit more of the ground around the house was covered in the white stuff than had been the case yesterday morning. However, by mid-day, the snow at our altitude (7,800 feet or about 2.37 km) had melted.
It was a different story up on Wolf Creek Pass, where about 45 inches had fallen since the snow began falling. The winter sports season doesn't start for a few weeks yet, but it was nevertheless the object of quite a bit of adult conversation at Mathew's party.
After the party, Galina and I went for a drive. Galina took us downtown, almost to the intersection of Highway 160 with Highway 84, where Galina noticed a sign on the door of JJ's Upstream Restaurant, which catered to a pretty upscale clientele—I recall, the few times we ate there, that it was a challenge to order an appetizer, an entrée, and a cocktail and not leave at least $70 per head lighter. On the way back, Galina turned down the frontage road that led to the restaurant and we saw the FOR SALE sign up close, along with the traces of where the restaurant's lettering used to be; JJ's has well and truly gone out of business.
Time to take a rest. In fact, I'm thinking of sleeping in tomorrow.
Cheers...
Then came the formatting, which ate almost an hour, and the other three short items that were part of the package.
Then I turned to on revising two translations of previously translated documents that were revised by people who probably have no idea that revision mode even exists in Word, which is perhaps why I found a couple of changes in the text that hadn't been highlighted by hand. For eventualities like this, Word's Compare feature is a real life-saver!
By the time I was finished, it was almost time to leave for grandson Mathew's birthday celebration. On my way out the door, I grabbed my camera, forgetting that I had removed the memory card, which was still plugged in my computer. Oh, well...
It was a fairly typical affair—balloons, a piñata, cake, and favors—marred slightly for me by my having neglected to translate a cover email—my error, no bout a-doubt it—which I proceeded to do on Drew's Office-less machine. Google Docs came through like a champ, even if I couldn't figure out how to do footers and did miss most of the hullaballoo surrounding Mathew's opening of his gifts, which was going on a scant meter and a half from my left ear. The translation was sent, and I turned my attention back to the festivities.
It snowed again last night, and I noticed that a bit more of the ground around the house was covered in the white stuff than had been the case yesterday morning. However, by mid-day, the snow at our altitude (7,800 feet or about 2.37 km) had melted.
It was a different story up on Wolf Creek Pass, where about 45 inches had fallen since the snow began falling. The winter sports season doesn't start for a few weeks yet, but it was nevertheless the object of quite a bit of adult conversation at Mathew's party.
After the party, Galina and I went for a drive. Galina took us downtown, almost to the intersection of Highway 160 with Highway 84, where Galina noticed a sign on the door of JJ's Upstream Restaurant, which catered to a pretty upscale clientele—I recall, the few times we ate there, that it was a challenge to order an appetizer, an entrée, and a cocktail and not leave at least $70 per head lighter. On the way back, Galina turned down the frontage road that led to the restaurant and we saw the FOR SALE sign up close, along with the traces of where the restaurant's lettering used to be; JJ's has well and truly gone out of business.
Time to take a rest. In fact, I'm thinking of sleeping in tomorrow.
Cheers...
