and it feels so good
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Cathy called from Detroit around 4, and I told Sarah about it when I picked her up at daycare. "Is Mommy in an airplane now? But we can't tell which one." Yes, she's probably in an airplane now, and no, we can't tell which one. (This seemed sad to Sarah.)
We came home and had fish. Sarah likes fish these days, and I stopped off at the store this morning to get some more. Sarah alternated, as usual between being really sweet and utterly self-centered. Bring me this! Play with me now! (She'll ask three more times while I'm starting to do whatever it is.) Stop playing the piano so loud! (I had already turned it way down.)
Sarah was very considerate when I was working on my project -- converting Shakespeare's sonnets (1609 Quarto text) to go on my iPod for occasional reading. I put them into QuarkXPress so I could use find-and-replace features to format them. The numbers were stuck to the end of the previous sonnets, for one thing. A few automatic operations later, they were where they belonged. I changed paragraph returns to line returns so each one would hang together, and -- voila! -- they fit neatly, six to a page. Having counted the characters per line and lines per file, six sonnets to the page seemed like a prudent number. If time permits, I could always change it to eight per some time in the future. I named the ensuing documents so I could find sonnets by number later on, if needed. I loaded them in. It worked. Hooray! iShakespeare! (Maybe I could do the same with a play or two later on -- figure that a page in Quark would work as a file that iPod's "Notes" can handle.) There is a selection of his sonnets in the book of poems that has lived in my pack for a decade or more, but now I have them as the avthor spelt them.
Cathy called from the airport in Hartford at 7:30, so she'd be home in about half an hour. I estimated a longer time so Sarah wouldn't have unreal expectations. It worked. She only asked fifty times before Cathy came in the door.
They're up in Sarah's room now. I'm down here. Reunited, and it feels so good.
.
Cathy called from Detroit around 4, and I told Sarah about it when I picked her up at daycare. "Is Mommy in an airplane now? But we can't tell which one." Yes, she's probably in an airplane now, and no, we can't tell which one. (This seemed sad to Sarah.)
We came home and had fish. Sarah likes fish these days, and I stopped off at the store this morning to get some more. Sarah alternated, as usual between being really sweet and utterly self-centered. Bring me this! Play with me now! (She'll ask three more times while I'm starting to do whatever it is.) Stop playing the piano so loud! (I had already turned it way down.)
Sarah was very considerate when I was working on my project -- converting Shakespeare's sonnets (1609 Quarto text) to go on my iPod for occasional reading. I put them into QuarkXPress so I could use find-and-replace features to format them. The numbers were stuck to the end of the previous sonnets, for one thing. A few automatic operations later, they were where they belonged. I changed paragraph returns to line returns so each one would hang together, and -- voila! -- they fit neatly, six to a page. Having counted the characters per line and lines per file, six sonnets to the page seemed like a prudent number. If time permits, I could always change it to eight per some time in the future. I named the ensuing documents so I could find sonnets by number later on, if needed. I loaded them in. It worked. Hooray! iShakespeare! (Maybe I could do the same with a play or two later on -- figure that a page in Quark would work as a file that iPod's "Notes" can handle.) There is a selection of his sonnets in the book of poems that has lived in my pack for a decade or more, but now I have them as the avthor spelt them.
Cathy called from the airport in Hartford at 7:30, so she'd be home in about half an hour. I estimated a longer time so Sarah wouldn't have unreal expectations. It worked. She only asked fifty times before Cathy came in the door.
They're up in Sarah's room now. I'm down here. Reunited, and it feels so good.
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Date: 2007-01-24 03:30 am (UTC)