Apparently there is a series of Detective Conan movies, so I've got to finish this quick so I can go watch one on tv.
Today I put the finishing touches (finally!) on a book I translated and sent it to the publisher. Yay!
I worked on the last section of the second book I translated, but I'm not quite done. Boo!
I put the first layer of paint on one of the windows we are refurbishing. Yay!
I only missed one day of exercising this week. Woo!
--Nee in Germany likes to count her achievements
Friday, January 12, 2018
Tuesday, January 09, 2018
The sun! It burns!
The sun came out today, and it was the most glorious thing I've seen. I ran to open all the curtains to let the extra light in, and I noticed it had been sprinkling. The Germans say the devil is beating his wife when that happens (rain and sun). Later, I heard on the radio that last month was the third darkest December since they started recording hours of daylight in Germany. It sure felt like it! But now that it is less overcast, it is getting colder. Oh, well, if it is not cold in January, when should it be?
That being said, I bought my first spring flowers on Monday to help brighten the place up. They'll be dead soon enough, but I needed a bit of yellow/orange to counteract the gloom.
I'm within 1500 words of being done with my translation. As John pointed out, this may be my last one ever (thank Gnu).
I like to rub my face on my cat, but she doesn't always like it. John could appreciate my statement to the cat "Thanks for not ripping my face off" from a linguistic perspective as a unique utterance, but otherwise he found it weird.
--Nee in Germany picks cold and sunny over gray and warm any day
That being said, I bought my first spring flowers on Monday to help brighten the place up. They'll be dead soon enough, but I needed a bit of yellow/orange to counteract the gloom.
I'm within 1500 words of being done with my translation. As John pointed out, this may be my last one ever (thank Gnu).
I like to rub my face on my cat, but she doesn't always like it. John could appreciate my statement to the cat "Thanks for not ripping my face off" from a linguistic perspective as a unique utterance, but otherwise he found it weird.
--Nee in Germany picks cold and sunny over gray and warm any day
Monday, January 08, 2018
Nee's Busy World
I feel like I should be drawn as an animal in a felt hat, a la Richard Scarry, with all the errands I was running around doing today.
John had noticed that something was chewing on the plastic sacks of recycling we store in the cellar/garage until pick-up day, but it wasn't every time, so he didn't worry about it. But then we found a hole chewed into a plastic sack of cat food, with a dead mouse hanging out of it, so he set out 4 mouse traps in the cellar. All but one have disappeared, leading us to believe that something else is living in the cellar and feasting on the carcasses we are so kindly providing. So one of my errands was buying more mouse traps and a live trap big enough for a marten (basically a weasel). Technically, martens cannot be hunted, so we are going to try to trap and release any we catch.
In less rodent-y news, I bought John a bunch of ornaments dripping in irridescent glitter for Xmas, but he wanted something he could put on his desk, so when I saw a pillar candle covered in irridescent glitter on sale at the supermarket today, I got it for him. He could have been more appreciative; he's lucky he didn't end up with a giant, glitter covered suppository.
--Nee in Germany is pooped
John had noticed that something was chewing on the plastic sacks of recycling we store in the cellar/garage until pick-up day, but it wasn't every time, so he didn't worry about it. But then we found a hole chewed into a plastic sack of cat food, with a dead mouse hanging out of it, so he set out 4 mouse traps in the cellar. All but one have disappeared, leading us to believe that something else is living in the cellar and feasting on the carcasses we are so kindly providing. So one of my errands was buying more mouse traps and a live trap big enough for a marten (basically a weasel). Technically, martens cannot be hunted, so we are going to try to trap and release any we catch.
(This is what Germans think of when they think of martens.)
In less rodent-y news, I bought John a bunch of ornaments dripping in irridescent glitter for Xmas, but he wanted something he could put on his desk, so when I saw a pillar candle covered in irridescent glitter on sale at the supermarket today, I got it for him. He could have been more appreciative; he's lucky he didn't end up with a giant, glitter covered suppository.
--Nee in Germany is pooped
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