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Shipping on the Mississippi
Jan. 6th, 2015 09:14 pmI'm really tired this evening. I didn't get nearly enough sleep on Sunday night; I was still transitioning back to real life after a vacation full of games of Eldritch Horror that lasted until two or three (or four) in the morning. I did better last night, but was still only in bed for about seven hours. I'm going to get to bed early and sleep well tonight!
Still, I'm getting things together. I put in another application yesterday before bed; this one for University of Syracuse. Only two more to go! Today, I did a half-hour of Spanish practice for the first time in about two months. I plan to make that a daily routine again. I did some clean-up and catch-up, and put together a to-do list to start on tomorrow. My work schedule at the archives for January is going to be Monday through Thursday, so I can have long weekends here in Kenosha or down in Evanston and Chicago. This coming weekend I'll be seeing Lisa for the first time in a while, and the weekend after that, Danae and I will be in Milwaukee at a board game convention for a couple of days! Yay!
At the archives, we're still finishing up the process of barcoding everything in the WHS holdings. I'm pretty sure that pulling several hundred individual twenty-ish pound volumes of court records, scanning the barcode inside the front cover, and reshelving them contributed to some painful tendinitis in my right hand. This time, the archivist helped out by loading a couple dozen volumes of tax rolls onto a cart for me to scan more quickly without having to life them or lower them to high and low shelves. Tomorrow, another worker is going to come help with the process too. I probably should have known better than to try to do the whole first room by myself. I hadn't really thought about the possible consequences. Age, I suppose, has a way of disabusing one of notions of indestructibility. My knee still has a numb spot from that bike crash a few months ago....
I posted a set of pictures of commercial shipping workers at Lock and Dam No. 12 at Bellevue, Iowa in my last set, but didn't get around to sharing them. I love pictures of people working with infrastructure and big machines. I remember observing raptly as this set of barges locked through, crewman busily scurrying back and forth between them as they bound them together with great strands of wire rope, while I wondered what it's like to be a sailor on the Mississippi River in the modern day.
A few more ( behind the cut. )
Still, I'm getting things together. I put in another application yesterday before bed; this one for University of Syracuse. Only two more to go! Today, I did a half-hour of Spanish practice for the first time in about two months. I plan to make that a daily routine again. I did some clean-up and catch-up, and put together a to-do list to start on tomorrow. My work schedule at the archives for January is going to be Monday through Thursday, so I can have long weekends here in Kenosha or down in Evanston and Chicago. This coming weekend I'll be seeing Lisa for the first time in a while, and the weekend after that, Danae and I will be in Milwaukee at a board game convention for a couple of days! Yay!
At the archives, we're still finishing up the process of barcoding everything in the WHS holdings. I'm pretty sure that pulling several hundred individual twenty-ish pound volumes of court records, scanning the barcode inside the front cover, and reshelving them contributed to some painful tendinitis in my right hand. This time, the archivist helped out by loading a couple dozen volumes of tax rolls onto a cart for me to scan more quickly without having to life them or lower them to high and low shelves. Tomorrow, another worker is going to come help with the process too. I probably should have known better than to try to do the whole first room by myself. I hadn't really thought about the possible consequences. Age, I suppose, has a way of disabusing one of notions of indestructibility. My knee still has a numb spot from that bike crash a few months ago....
I posted a set of pictures of commercial shipping workers at Lock and Dam No. 12 at Bellevue, Iowa in my last set, but didn't get around to sharing them. I love pictures of people working with infrastructure and big machines. I remember observing raptly as this set of barges locked through, crewman busily scurrying back and forth between them as they bound them together with great strands of wire rope, while I wondered what it's like to be a sailor on the Mississippi River in the modern day.
A few more ( behind the cut. )
