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A cake walk...
Mar. 30th, 2012 08:56 pmMy Chrome died after much of my post had been written, about which I can't say much else except to say it happened.
The amateur radio breakfast went off as it usually does, without any hitches, and I found myself back at the condo at shortly after 8 am downloading three more short jobs that had arrived in my inbox between the time I got up and my return from breakfast. By the time I was ready to get to work, however, it was time to get the place in shape for a showing.
You see, the agent who rented the place to us asked us yesterday if we'd be kind enough to let someone see the place today at 10 am, as they were interested in a one-year rental in the area. Being the people we are, we said it'd be okay. So by 9:55, I was heading out the door with Shiloh, clearing out until after the lookers had left.
When I called Galina, who had stayed behind, at 10:30, I was told nobody had showed up. I drove home, sat down to work, and had just opened up the first file when the agent called to say the lookers were on their way. Shiloh and I made ourselves scarce again, and I called Galina again after 20 minutes had passed.
The people were still there. I drove back to the condo and parked out of the way but keeping an eye on the car that was parked in front of "our" place. The lookers finally left around 11:20 am, whereupon I finally got down to work.
In between, I managed to get some errands done, so it wasn't as if the time was completely lost, but those last 20 minutes or so seemed oh, so long.
I decided to only translate and send back the two items that arrived yesterday, which leaves me with today's three short items to do this weekend. I had planned to drive out to Feht's for a visit, but a client dropped about 25,000 words in his lap this morning, with a Sunday afternoon deadline. Feht is not going to have all that much free time between now and then, I guarantee.
Galina and I watched this week's installment of Who Do You Think You Are?, featuring Rita Wilson (spouse of Tom Hanks), who found out loads of interesting stuff about her father and his life in Greece and Bulgaria in the 30s and 40s. Perhaps the episode resonated with me just a bit more than it might have otherwise because her father was to her much like my stepfather was to me—a mystery man from Eastern Europe, who never told me or my mother (that I know of) anything about his life, except for one or two snippets that had emerged, here and there.
It's been another day spent largely at the computer. I need to rest my eyes. Good night.
Cheers...
The amateur radio breakfast went off as it usually does, without any hitches, and I found myself back at the condo at shortly after 8 am downloading three more short jobs that had arrived in my inbox between the time I got up and my return from breakfast. By the time I was ready to get to work, however, it was time to get the place in shape for a showing.
You see, the agent who rented the place to us asked us yesterday if we'd be kind enough to let someone see the place today at 10 am, as they were interested in a one-year rental in the area. Being the people we are, we said it'd be okay. So by 9:55, I was heading out the door with Shiloh, clearing out until after the lookers had left.
When I called Galina, who had stayed behind, at 10:30, I was told nobody had showed up. I drove home, sat down to work, and had just opened up the first file when the agent called to say the lookers were on their way. Shiloh and I made ourselves scarce again, and I called Galina again after 20 minutes had passed.
The people were still there. I drove back to the condo and parked out of the way but keeping an eye on the car that was parked in front of "our" place. The lookers finally left around 11:20 am, whereupon I finally got down to work.
In between, I managed to get some errands done, so it wasn't as if the time was completely lost, but those last 20 minutes or so seemed oh, so long.
I decided to only translate and send back the two items that arrived yesterday, which leaves me with today's three short items to do this weekend. I had planned to drive out to Feht's for a visit, but a client dropped about 25,000 words in his lap this morning, with a Sunday afternoon deadline. Feht is not going to have all that much free time between now and then, I guarantee.
Galina and I watched this week's installment of Who Do You Think You Are?, featuring Rita Wilson (spouse of Tom Hanks), who found out loads of interesting stuff about her father and his life in Greece and Bulgaria in the 30s and 40s. Perhaps the episode resonated with me just a bit more than it might have otherwise because her father was to her much like my stepfather was to me—a mystery man from Eastern Europe, who never told me or my mother (that I know of) anything about his life, except for one or two snippets that had emerged, here and there.
It's been another day spent largely at the computer. I need to rest my eyes. Good night.
Cheers...
