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Pagosa blues...
Sep. 3rd, 2013 08:56 pmI woke up early so as not to interfere with the first-day-of-school proceedings and to get a head start on a translation job comprising 11 documents. Everything went well, but I underestimated the size of the translation job and only finished my first pass through the files at nearly 3 pm.
I then threw my kit in the car and drove to the house. There was nobody about, which made sense, since the tenants were very likely at their new place. I felt a pang when I saw the real estate sign at the base of the driveway, and another when I got to the top of the driveway and got a full exposure to the skyline.
That skyline has never failed to bring a smile to my face. I stood there for a few seconds, and wondered just what it was that had possessed Galina and me to move away from this place. (That said, I get the feeling that I, at least, am one of those people who is always instantly comfortable in new surroundings, even if they are "old." And if you were to give me an opportunity to stay in the Pagosa house for a year or two, I'd probably be tearing at the harness to go Somewhere Else at the end of that time.)
The scope of stuff I have to go through is significant, but not overwhelming. Then again, I may be just fooling myself. The trick is going to be to maintain a significant level of ruthlessness when it comes to sorting through the stuff.
Reading the Screech translation of Montaigne, and liking it.
I then threw my kit in the car and drove to the house. There was nobody about, which made sense, since the tenants were very likely at their new place. I felt a pang when I saw the real estate sign at the base of the driveway, and another when I got to the top of the driveway and got a full exposure to the skyline.
That skyline has never failed to bring a smile to my face. I stood there for a few seconds, and wondered just what it was that had possessed Galina and me to move away from this place. (That said, I get the feeling that I, at least, am one of those people who is always instantly comfortable in new surroundings, even if they are "old." And if you were to give me an opportunity to stay in the Pagosa house for a year or two, I'd probably be tearing at the harness to go Somewhere Else at the end of that time.)
The scope of stuff I have to go through is significant, but not overwhelming. Then again, I may be just fooling myself. The trick is going to be to maintain a significant level of ruthlessness when it comes to sorting through the stuff.
Reading the Screech translation of Montaigne, and liking it.
