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Almost felt like a day off...
I've been on a cleaning binge for the past couple of days. This morning, I cleaned out a bunch of old boxes and stuff from in back of the counter at the store, and later, when Drew went to get mail, he stopped at the hardware store to pick up some 2x4s to frame in the gap left when we moved the postboxes about 6 months ago.
Then later tonight, I continued cleaning my office downstairs (I'd started last night), straightening out the area near the credenza, over on the other side of the room, and around the library table next to my desk, which holds my dot-matrix printer and 'zaika', a homebrew machine that's been the home to several motherboards, the latest being a 133 MHz Pentium. Nowadays, 'zaika' functions as a CD burner and holds the install files for my copy of the OED.
Dinner was a sort of ad hoc affair, since the dining room table is buried under mounds of tax paper, but we all managed to eat salad and a main course (and a little wine) standing, sitting, and walking around the kitchen and dining room. Huntur held court in the middle of it all, sitting in her chair and waving to everyone (I think she was directing traffic :^).
After calling it a night downstairs, I came upstairs and Galina and I watched an old Bruce Willis movie (the name excapes me, but it's from around 1994), in which he plays a therapist who gets involved in the murder of his best friend, who is also a therapist. At one point in the movie, which weighs in fairly substantially with sex, violence, adult language, etc., Galina turned to me and mentioned that it was no wonder Demi Moore divorced Willis after this movie. I can't say I'd disagree (yeah, I know they're acting, but the love scenes were so... intense).
Interestingly, the cleaning downstairs is unearthing stuff I've been quietly on the lookout for, e.g., my copy of Corelli's Mandolin. It's also becoming apparent that I well and truly do have a bunch of deadweight books down there, too (anyone want a copy of Say, Didn't You Used To Be George Murphy?).
Drew is supposed to help a client of ours get moved tomorrow afternoon. Since he could not find anyone to help him, I volunteered for the job. This means I'll have to do some translation work in the morning, when I had been figuring on doing some work at the store (finishing that wall, for example), but that's life.
The meeting with the financial planner had its ups and downs, but all in all, I got some good information out of the session. It will mean some extra effort on my part, but it's not any effort I hadn't signed up for in my resolutions at the beginning of the year.
Time to get some rest.
Cheers...
Then later tonight, I continued cleaning my office downstairs (I'd started last night), straightening out the area near the credenza, over on the other side of the room, and around the library table next to my desk, which holds my dot-matrix printer and 'zaika', a homebrew machine that's been the home to several motherboards, the latest being a 133 MHz Pentium. Nowadays, 'zaika' functions as a CD burner and holds the install files for my copy of the OED.
Dinner was a sort of ad hoc affair, since the dining room table is buried under mounds of tax paper, but we all managed to eat salad and a main course (and a little wine) standing, sitting, and walking around the kitchen and dining room. Huntur held court in the middle of it all, sitting in her chair and waving to everyone (I think she was directing traffic :^).
After calling it a night downstairs, I came upstairs and Galina and I watched an old Bruce Willis movie (the name excapes me, but it's from around 1994), in which he plays a therapist who gets involved in the murder of his best friend, who is also a therapist. At one point in the movie, which weighs in fairly substantially with sex, violence, adult language, etc., Galina turned to me and mentioned that it was no wonder Demi Moore divorced Willis after this movie. I can't say I'd disagree (yeah, I know they're acting, but the love scenes were so... intense).
Interestingly, the cleaning downstairs is unearthing stuff I've been quietly on the lookout for, e.g., my copy of Corelli's Mandolin. It's also becoming apparent that I well and truly do have a bunch of deadweight books down there, too (anyone want a copy of Say, Didn't You Used To Be George Murphy?).
Drew is supposed to help a client of ours get moved tomorrow afternoon. Since he could not find anyone to help him, I volunteered for the job. This means I'll have to do some translation work in the morning, when I had been figuring on doing some work at the store (finishing that wall, for example), but that's life.
The meeting with the financial planner had its ups and downs, but all in all, I got some good information out of the session. It will mean some extra effort on my part, but it's not any effort I hadn't signed up for in my resolutions at the beginning of the year.
Time to get some rest.
Cheers...