The mental entropy wrought by my new neighbors is my official excuse for blogging absence. That along with a small amount of translation work that finally fell my way in the form of insurance liability contracts – a process that went something like:
Portuguese legalese > Portuguese plain speak > English plain speak > English quasi-legalese.
I’m not that juridically versed, so I kind of had to fake the last part. Actually, unlike most translations I do, I was more concerned with making sure that the final version didn’t have fluid sentence structures. I figured, that if it read like a garble of pretension, then it must be an accurate sounding insurance contract.
Here’s a short list of a few things I've discovered since we last spoke:
1. My husband has a most revolting way of eating bananas. I was reading in bed the other night when he flopped down next to me and turned the tv on. I looked over and saw that he was eating a peeled banana like it was corn on the cob. The horror! How have we made it through 8 years of marriage with this disgusting habit going undetected?
2. No matter how much we need to be a two-income family, I am not taking a job in Brazil as a janitor. Finding work in Brazil is not easy. I didn’t expect it would be. But when a private high school that I had given my resume to some time ago called me up for an interview, I assumed it was for a coordinator position, not for a maintenance supervisor. I politely said, thanks but no thanks. C has taken to calling me the toilet washer (“lavador de privadas”).
3. Crickets are not good luck when found in the pant leg of your pajamas. Especially when wearing said pajamas.
4. Trying to outdo your inconsiderate 80’s music loving neighbors with a battle of the bands style showdown involving a medley of your own personal renditions of Journey and Queen's greatest hits is fruitless. No matter how loud you can sing, they will still be more annoying than you.
5. The interim director of the WHO has a most unfortunate last name. Especially if you're into mashups, speak English and Portuguese, and have an adolescent sense of humor. (I’m keeping my blog g rated, so I’ll let you figure that one out on your own.)
6. And finally, when the temperatures drop into the 50’s at night in an unheated house, rules get broken and the dog gets special privileges.
(Actually, we’ve been fighting over her.)