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Saw, or sharpen?
Nov. 26th, 2015 12:40 pmWhen I got up this morning, early, I knew today was going to be special (and not because it's Thanksgiving).
For one thing, I have been seriously delinquent in keeping the place shipshape. In fact, I debated whether it would be better to simply take a flamethrower to the kitchen or simply wade in and risk becoming septic while dealing with the... you don't want to know. In the end, I chose the mano-a-mano approach, and it would appear I am none the worse for wear.
With counters clean and sink empty, I considered my standard response in such forks in the road—fire up the computer and start translating!—but there really wasn't anything to eat in the house, so I set off for Sam's Club, because they have the cheapest salad greens in the area, and because I needed to pick up something for a Thanksgiving gathering I am invited to later in the day.
Wouldn't you know it, Sam's was closed.
Kroger wasn't.
So here I am, at home, newly provisioned, sated with salad for lunch, and I figure I'll need to start getting ready for dinner around 2 pm or so.
So the question I have to ask myself is this,"Am I feeling lucky>
Oops.
Actually, its: "Should I translate for 90 minutes or so, or should I 'sharpen the saw'"?
"Sharpening the saw" was one of the principal activities I became aware of back when I lived and died by my paper-based Franklin planner. And, in fact, I am becoming increasingly "itchy" wanting to finish with this post so I can get to it, because—to run with the metaphor—the saw needs sharpening.
That said...
when my doctor found out Galina would be in New York, I was invited to Thanksgiving dinner, for which I'll have to be out
For one thing, I have been seriously delinquent in keeping the place shipshape. In fact, I debated whether it would be better to simply take a flamethrower to the kitchen or simply wade in and risk becoming septic while dealing with the... you don't want to know. In the end, I chose the mano-a-mano approach, and it would appear I am none the worse for wear.
With counters clean and sink empty, I considered my standard response in such forks in the road—fire up the computer and start translating!—but there really wasn't anything to eat in the house, so I set off for Sam's Club, because they have the cheapest salad greens in the area, and because I needed to pick up something for a Thanksgiving gathering I am invited to later in the day.
Wouldn't you know it, Sam's was closed.
Kroger wasn't.
So here I am, at home, newly provisioned, sated with salad for lunch, and I figure I'll need to start getting ready for dinner around 2 pm or so.
So the question I have to ask myself is this,
Oops.
Actually, its: "Should I translate for 90 minutes or so, or should I 'sharpen the saw'"?
"Sharpening the saw" was one of the principal activities I became aware of back when I lived and died by my paper-based Franklin planner. And, in fact, I am becoming increasingly "itchy" wanting to finish with this post so I can get to it, because—to run with the metaphor—the saw needs sharpening.
That said...
when my doctor found out Galina would be in New York, I was invited to Thanksgiving dinner, for which I'll have to be out
