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The Friday before Christmas...
Dec. 23rd, 2011 11:38 pmIt's a pretty good bet that the prospects for translation jobs being assigned on a day like today (the Friday before a big three-day holiday) are slim, and since nobody I knew took a bet like that, nobody I knew lost any money on such a wager.
The chunk of the morning was spent chatting with the cable guy, who had to replace a connection that had deteriorated sufficiently to reduce the signal level to our modem below the required level. Inspired by the way in which the tech completed his work, I undertook replacing a very old receptacle on the back wall of the bookcase in the den.
The very first problem I encountered was the fact that none of the three unlabeled circuit breakers in the basement panel controlled said receptacle. After that, the procedure turned into a guessing game. I finally hit the jackpot upon disconnecting the breaker marked "Dining Room Lights." With that breaker open, the receptacle lost power, as did the light in the garage and the garage door opener. So as not to disabuse myself of the notion that, mayhaps, the labels in the breaker box are completely off-target, I refrained from testing any of the dining room receptacles.
Once the power was verified to be off, changing the receptacle in the den was a piece of cake.
To get out of the house, Galina and I went down to IKEA to look around. The store looked kind of empty, except for the cafeteria they have on the second floor. For all I know, the chow they serve may be made of sawdust and leftover glue, but it sells and people eat it.
A DVD of I Love You Again arrived from Netflix. The movie is a 1940 comedy with William Powell and Myrna Loy, and if the laughs from me and Galina are any indication, the film's comedic impact has held up fairly well despite its age. I'm tempted to watch it a second time, with an eye to seeing how the whole is comprised of its parts.
The box sent Monday arrived in Colorado last night, safe and sound. There has been no cashing of the check sent to Albany to pay for a duplicate title to my mom's car, so either my application has been lost or it's on its way back, declined, a third time. Ah, well...
I am coming to the conclusion that emacs is more like a foreign language than a computer program with a lot of features, simple because of the way the features can interact to create new meaning. (And no, I haven't been drinking.)
That said, Shiloh gave out with some sharp barking around 2 am, in response to a car arriving in the neighbor's driveway. Try as I might, I could not fall back to sleep until about 5 am, after which I slept for only a couple of hours. A short afternoon nap was too short, in my opinion, with Shiloh announcing the arrival of a real estate person at around 4 pm.
As a result, I am yawning nonstop as I write this, so it's probably a good time to click "Post entry" and then move expeditiously to get my head on a pillow.
Cheers...
The chunk of the morning was spent chatting with the cable guy, who had to replace a connection that had deteriorated sufficiently to reduce the signal level to our modem below the required level. Inspired by the way in which the tech completed his work, I undertook replacing a very old receptacle on the back wall of the bookcase in the den.
The very first problem I encountered was the fact that none of the three unlabeled circuit breakers in the basement panel controlled said receptacle. After that, the procedure turned into a guessing game. I finally hit the jackpot upon disconnecting the breaker marked "Dining Room Lights." With that breaker open, the receptacle lost power, as did the light in the garage and the garage door opener. So as not to disabuse myself of the notion that, mayhaps, the labels in the breaker box are completely off-target, I refrained from testing any of the dining room receptacles.
Once the power was verified to be off, changing the receptacle in the den was a piece of cake.
To get out of the house, Galina and I went down to IKEA to look around. The store looked kind of empty, except for the cafeteria they have on the second floor. For all I know, the chow they serve may be made of sawdust and leftover glue, but it sells and people eat it.
A DVD of I Love You Again arrived from Netflix. The movie is a 1940 comedy with William Powell and Myrna Loy, and if the laughs from me and Galina are any indication, the film's comedic impact has held up fairly well despite its age. I'm tempted to watch it a second time, with an eye to seeing how the whole is comprised of its parts.
The box sent Monday arrived in Colorado last night, safe and sound. There has been no cashing of the check sent to Albany to pay for a duplicate title to my mom's car, so either my application has been lost or it's on its way back, declined, a third time. Ah, well...
I am coming to the conclusion that emacs is more like a foreign language than a computer program with a lot of features, simple because of the way the features can interact to create new meaning. (And no, I haven't been drinking.)
That said, Shiloh gave out with some sharp barking around 2 am, in response to a car arriving in the neighbor's driveway. Try as I might, I could not fall back to sleep until about 5 am, after which I slept for only a couple of hours. A short afternoon nap was too short, in my opinion, with Shiloh announcing the arrival of a real estate person at around 4 pm.
As a result, I am yawning nonstop as I write this, so it's probably a good time to click "Post entry" and then move expeditiously to get my head on a pillow.
Cheers...
