saturday afternoon in the rainy season
a peaceful afternoon at home, pretty much.
I have some work (for money) I could be doing, nothing exciting or dramatically lucrative, but work is work. I'll do some later. It won't go away.
I have some work not for money I could be doing, two or three different things, translating and writing, which I would like to do too. Maybe I'll do some later.
I have some work maybe eventually for money I could be doing; it's mostly done and waiting on a couple of transliterations, but it could use a last check. Maybe I'll do it later.
You can see how motivated I am. It's not my fault. Honestly. Cramps are a good un-motivator. Still, unlike the work, they will eventually go away.
In the next hour, though, I should a) wash the dishes, so I can put tonight's rice on, and b) play the cello a little bit so I don't suck at tomorrow's rehearsal, or so that I reduce the degree to which I suck at tomorrow's rehearsal. With kind T next to me to live up to, and nerd/arrogant M and sweet but distant A over at the first violin desk looking down on me from the heights, it would be good to not suck as much as possible.
If I get these two things done by six, I can sit down and watch the baseball game on TV. Except that it's the Tigers against the Giants, and the Tigers lately are heading for the bottom of the league at speed. I'd like to think they'll get better when they get Kyuji back, even just from the psychological boost, but I ain't betting the farm on it. (Go away, LJ grammarcheck. I know "ain't" is not grammatically correct. I am using it in full cognizance of that fact. And if you don't know from Kyuji either, what have you got for me?)
Good things: I got two "good reviews" from work clients today, one at each site, suggesting that I'm making some people happy. The translation site review was from a lady or gentleman who'd sent in a paragraph from the end of a novel/short story to be translated, which pleased me very much--I'm a literary translator at heart, never mind all this e-business, periodontal disease, constructivism and conflict, lawsuit about refrigerators stuff.
I had very weird fragments of a dream last night, in the interstices of a long, ragged thunderstorm going on outside: something that might make a story at some point, centered around one visually and emotionally vivid image.
Okay, girl, the time has come the Walrus said: time to get moving. Here I go.
I have some work (for money) I could be doing, nothing exciting or dramatically lucrative, but work is work. I'll do some later. It won't go away.
I have some work not for money I could be doing, two or three different things, translating and writing, which I would like to do too. Maybe I'll do some later.
I have some work maybe eventually for money I could be doing; it's mostly done and waiting on a couple of transliterations, but it could use a last check. Maybe I'll do it later.
You can see how motivated I am. It's not my fault. Honestly. Cramps are a good un-motivator. Still, unlike the work, they will eventually go away.
In the next hour, though, I should a) wash the dishes, so I can put tonight's rice on, and b) play the cello a little bit so I don't suck at tomorrow's rehearsal, or so that I reduce the degree to which I suck at tomorrow's rehearsal. With kind T next to me to live up to, and nerd/arrogant M and sweet but distant A over at the first violin desk looking down on me from the heights, it would be good to not suck as much as possible.
If I get these two things done by six, I can sit down and watch the baseball game on TV. Except that it's the Tigers against the Giants, and the Tigers lately are heading for the bottom of the league at speed. I'd like to think they'll get better when they get Kyuji back, even just from the psychological boost, but I ain't betting the farm on it. (Go away, LJ grammarcheck. I know "ain't" is not grammatically correct. I am using it in full cognizance of that fact. And if you don't know from Kyuji either, what have you got for me?)
Good things: I got two "good reviews" from work clients today, one at each site, suggesting that I'm making some people happy. The translation site review was from a lady or gentleman who'd sent in a paragraph from the end of a novel/short story to be translated, which pleased me very much--I'm a literary translator at heart, never mind all this e-business, periodontal disease, constructivism and conflict, lawsuit about refrigerators stuff.
I had very weird fragments of a dream last night, in the interstices of a long, ragged thunderstorm going on outside: something that might make a story at some point, centered around one visually and emotionally vivid image.
Okay, girl, the time has come the Walrus said: time to get moving. Here I go.