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Weirdness, again...
Sep. 21st, 2013 04:05 pmSince returning from Colorado, I've spent "spurts" of five or ten minutes looking for the title to the Infiniti, to no avail. (Yes, I know, that kind of stuff ought to be at least in an organized location, if not actually in a safety deposit box. My bad.)
So today, instead of working, I decided to do the "full-court press" and go through the stuff in my office closet, one sheet protector at a time, if necessary, because the last time I recalled handling the document, it had been in the closet, in a sheet protector. Meanwhile, I set up the ScanSnap in my office so as to scan items I'd run across that that might be valuable enough to scan, but not valuable enough to keep physical copies of.
After a couple of hours of this, it occurred to me that—maybe—I had scanned the title. If I had, that meant it was in among a bunch of other papers that I had scanned, i.e., awaiting one last pass to determine what must be kept and what could be chucked. So I wandered over to where Galina had set up a work area to go through several boxes of paper, spied a tray of stuff that tickled something in the back of my head, riffled through it, extracted a sheet protector, and... there was the title!
It was almost as if, once the thought had occurred to me, I just walked into the other room and took it out of the box.
Probably the most curious item I scanned today was the source code to a program I wrote in Turbo Prolog that saved me oodles of time (and the company I worked for oodles of money) in testing interactions between devices in a distributed water distribution system that eventually got installed down in Ft. Myers, Florida, in 1988.
Anyway, this means I can start translating (and there's plenty enough of that to do!).
So today, instead of working, I decided to do the "full-court press" and go through the stuff in my office closet, one sheet protector at a time, if necessary, because the last time I recalled handling the document, it had been in the closet, in a sheet protector. Meanwhile, I set up the ScanSnap in my office so as to scan items I'd run across that that might be valuable enough to scan, but not valuable enough to keep physical copies of.
After a couple of hours of this, it occurred to me that—maybe—I had scanned the title. If I had, that meant it was in among a bunch of other papers that I had scanned, i.e., awaiting one last pass to determine what must be kept and what could be chucked. So I wandered over to where Galina had set up a work area to go through several boxes of paper, spied a tray of stuff that tickled something in the back of my head, riffled through it, extracted a sheet protector, and... there was the title!
It was almost as if, once the thought had occurred to me, I just walked into the other room and took it out of the box.
Probably the most curious item I scanned today was the source code to a program I wrote in Turbo Prolog that saved me oodles of time (and the company I worked for oodles of money) in testing interactions between devices in a distributed water distribution system that eventually got installed down in Ft. Myers, Florida, in 1988.
Anyway, this means I can start translating (and there's plenty enough of that to do!).
