Bucket for the unwanted

What you also really need is... a bucket for all those unwanted commas, a sense of humour and a sense of the serious.

Buffers

A cushion against undesirable stresses and various other ghastly aspects in daily living.

Transforming coffee

It is with a sense of enormous privilege that I am able to derive the benefit of another translator's wisdom gleaned from slightly more years' experience than I have in my own bag of goodies. What is more, I was able to obtain permission to quote the perspicacious and precise woman immediately that my mind... Continue Reading →

The translation that wasn’t

In my world, words on boxes have to make sense.

No problem – new radiator required

Sources of Joy - Day 43 The first source of joy came from the utter calm of composing a quotation to a potential new client this morning. Integrating newly absorbed ideas from the recent conference into daily practice made me feel as if a plan were coming together. I was also happy that I gave this... Continue Reading →

Confessions of a conference lover

Sources of Joy - Days 40, 41 and 42 Do not jump to any conclusions. All dealings at the Evento regional da ProZ em Porto, Portugal and the Freelance Box event held this weekend in Porto were strictly professional, she said prudishly. The confessions part of the title owes its existence to a fleeting thought... Continue Reading →

Sources of Joy – Day 27

Small things I am happy that a friend has planted mint underneath her garden tap in the middle of California. I love chatting on Skype with my cousin; we are serious and silly in perfect proportions. I can review my VAT records without grunting or swearing. My first  Saturday afternoon sleep in ages felt decadent and... Continue Reading →

Sources of Joy – Day 2

Landlord's wife, café chats, fresh cream, and pears The landlord's second "wife" was seen sweeping outside my front door for the first time in eighteen months. With the heavy rains last week, we had a lot of topsoil and leaves run down the concrete path on the side of our apartment, part of a double-storey... Continue Reading →

The Village

I live in a village in the Algarve, in the south of Portugal. There are over 26,000 such villages in Portugal. I cannot give you a link to this information because I heard it on television a couple of years ago, and Internet searches to confirm the exact number have proven futile. Things I like... Continue Reading →

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