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Jun. 11th, 2010 09:26 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Диалог 5
-- Ну, чемодан готов. Вот я взял футболки, брюки, свитер...
I'm packed [lit. Bag ready]. Here, I packed/took t-shirts, pants, a sweater…
-- А плавки?
And a swimsuit?
-- Плавки? Неужели будем купаться?
A swimsuit? Are we really going swimming?
-- Конечно! В Сочи в сентябре ещё тепло.
Of course! In Sochi in September it's still warm.
-- И можно купаться? Как здорово!
And one can swim? That's awesome! (Okay, that's more semantic than anything.)
-- И, может быть мы поедем ещё в горы. И в горах.
And maybe we can still go to the mountain. [… something]
-- Значит, снег будет? Может быть, стоит взять сапоги?
Let's see, is it going to snow? Maybe I'll bring boots?
-- Нет, что ты! У нас в горах в сентрябре холодно только ночью. Так что возьми куртку.
No, are you kidding? (Again, more semantic.) On the mountains in September it's only cold at night. So we'll take a jacket.
1. Куда едут друзья? Они едут в Сочи.
2. Какая у них будет погода? У них ещё тепло, но холодно ночью.
3. Что они будут делать? Они будут купаться.
На вкус и цвет товарищ нет.
To/for taste and color friend not. Hmm. If it's not "Are not your friend..." then.. um. It doesn't have the look of a "no accounting for taste" proverb, which would be my second guess, given the social context. So... taste and color don't mix? Something that looks appetizing but isn't? Which will be my third guess!
Okay. Guess who remembered to moisturize today? Oh yeah that would be me. Moisturizer, but no running today, because it was at 97% humidity and I could practically drink the air. I'm not running in that. I have enough breathing issues already.
Oogh. It's Friday. I'm so glad it's Friday. It's going to be a crazy Friday, work's always a little crazy on Friday, but hopefully not too crazy. And then I may try and get out of work a little early. Depends on what errands the boy wants to run. And then, game! Which won't be that bad. I hope. I'm really hoping the Loudy McLargeHam guy either doesn't show up or behaves himself, one of the two. Otherwise the boy and I will have to have a talk about him. I do have some support in that he understands kind of where I'm coming from with the misogyny thing and doesn't dismiss it, and that he doesn't like the way Loudy McLargeHam drags the game off track for forty five minutes at a stretch.
So. But! That's a full week of the only exercises I've been slacking on being the individual ones like situps or weights or whatever, which. I ... something. I need to figure out if I want to run down a list of individual exercises, or just check things off from a buffet selection, or something. Ponder.
Simon Baker is adorable. So is Mark Sheppard. I want one of each for my room.
I also am semi-randomly in the mood for an eclair, or possibly an ECLAIR. However, to get an eclair only requires going to a bakery and to get an ECLAIR requires going some distance, so, hmm, maybe not. I'm not even... oh wait. Never mind. I know why I want an eclair. Bad muses.
Right. I am dressed, scented, ornamented, moisturized, brushed, shod, and chipped. Time to get to work.







