Good call...
Dec. 31st, 2006 11:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
alexpgpThe news on the tube related tales of massive traffic jams and numerous accidents all thoughout New Mexico, so it's a good thing we decided not to leave today, else we might be among those poor souls who have been sitting in their cars for hours, waiting to move somewhere. Hopefully, the news from the traffic front will be brighter tomorrow morning, and we'll be able to leave for Texas.
I managed to translate a little more than 3200 source words today, and processed a hair more than 1000 source words in the document's bibliography, so there are about 1600 words left in the document, 1300 of which are in the rest of the bibliography. No worries there, methinks.
Feht called last night after I had gone to sleep, and Natalie took the call. He told her to tell me that Jerry had outlived Saddam by one day, and that was about it. I guess he was not in a very good mood (Natalie says he sounded drunk), though his dark brand of humor seemed intact. In any event, Jerry was Feht's 13-year-old German shepherd, freshly back from the animal hospital, where he had been treated for some kind of suspected kidney problem.
He came out to greet me (i.e., put his muzzle on my lap) as I was about to get up to go home the other night, an event Feht described to me today as "his last social function." Jerry's condition worsened overnight, and he went back to the hospital yesterday, where the doctors found an inoperable malignancy, resulting in a predictable and inevitable resolution.
Godspeed, Jerry. To hear Feht speak of you, you were a loyal companion. The local coyote population will doubtless breathe easier for a while.
In other news, I spent a little time earlier this afternoon outlining my goals for the new year. This is an exercise I've gone through in previous years, with indifferent results. (So indifferent, in fact, that I don't recall giving thought to any resolutions for 2006 last year).
In past years, I've successfully dealt with the stuff I'm good at, and have ended up way short on the stuff I'm not good at. This bothers me, as one of the cornerstones of my belief system is that I can change the way I react to my environment.
The key theme for 2007 is going to be organization, especially of stuff outside of my professional life (which seems to largely take care of itself), though it won't be the one and only theme.
Professionally, it's been a good year. On the personal side, I know things could have been both a lot better, and a lot worse.
There are about 45 minutes left in the old year. What can I say, now that I again find myself on the cusp of what is, in theory, a clean slate?
(Ouch! My "mixed metaphor meter" just pegged. Oh, well...)
I guess it's this: There are new victories to be had out there, small ones and big ones. And each is achievable, in both large steps and small. All I have to do is develop the ability to take them, down roads I might not have necessarily traveled before. Others have done it. I can do it.
Best wishes to all for a healthy and happy year ahead. And oh, yes... echoing the closing words of the anchor on the English-language Chinese channel we've been receiving on our dormant satellite receiver: may we all have a prosperous year as well.
Cheers...
I managed to translate a little more than 3200 source words today, and processed a hair more than 1000 source words in the document's bibliography, so there are about 1600 words left in the document, 1300 of which are in the rest of the bibliography. No worries there, methinks.
Feht called last night after I had gone to sleep, and Natalie took the call. He told her to tell me that Jerry had outlived Saddam by one day, and that was about it. I guess he was not in a very good mood (Natalie says he sounded drunk), though his dark brand of humor seemed intact. In any event, Jerry was Feht's 13-year-old German shepherd, freshly back from the animal hospital, where he had been treated for some kind of suspected kidney problem.
He came out to greet me (i.e., put his muzzle on my lap) as I was about to get up to go home the other night, an event Feht described to me today as "his last social function." Jerry's condition worsened overnight, and he went back to the hospital yesterday, where the doctors found an inoperable malignancy, resulting in a predictable and inevitable resolution.
Godspeed, Jerry. To hear Feht speak of you, you were a loyal companion. The local coyote population will doubtless breathe easier for a while.
In other news, I spent a little time earlier this afternoon outlining my goals for the new year. This is an exercise I've gone through in previous years, with indifferent results. (So indifferent, in fact, that I don't recall giving thought to any resolutions for 2006 last year).
In past years, I've successfully dealt with the stuff I'm good at, and have ended up way short on the stuff I'm not good at. This bothers me, as one of the cornerstones of my belief system is that I can change the way I react to my environment.
The key theme for 2007 is going to be organization, especially of stuff outside of my professional life (which seems to largely take care of itself), though it won't be the one and only theme.
Professionally, it's been a good year. On the personal side, I know things could have been both a lot better, and a lot worse.
There are about 45 minutes left in the old year. What can I say, now that I again find myself on the cusp of what is, in theory, a clean slate?
(Ouch! My "mixed metaphor meter" just pegged. Oh, well...)
I guess it's this: There are new victories to be had out there, small ones and big ones. And each is achievable, in both large steps and small. All I have to do is develop the ability to take them, down roads I might not have necessarily traveled before. Others have done it. I can do it.
Best wishes to all for a healthy and happy year ahead. And oh, yes... echoing the closing words of the anchor on the English-language Chinese channel we've been receiving on our dormant satellite receiver: may we all have a prosperous year as well.
Cheers...
