I got up and as happens once in awhile, I have a rough day. Blood sugar levels are off the scale this morning and that is after many days of good sugar levels. Not sure what happens and why, but it does and I think maybe it is because, I seem to be getting a sinus infection. It happens and today I will take it easy…
In the last few days I have mowed the yard completely with the newly made scythe. I have started to build the shower house and have started to clean the backside of the village home. I need to rebuild the back wall and will start in the next few days, but today, I better take it easy. Get my sugar levels under control and the only thing I will do is to wait for the auto market truck. I will pick up some goodies to eat from that…
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I figured out where the saints are buried here at the monastery. I just know these things and things tell me other things. It is a life long issue that helped me live through several bad times in my life. It also helps me during good times to expand my knowledge and horizons. I knew that there was saints buried here as to the reaction I gathered talking to the bishop of the monastery. He was skirting the issue to a point, but I had already found the area. I just needed to gather more information and more feelings of where they were…
I have been correct about everything at this monastery and the only area that I have issues with is time frames. For to the dead and gone, time is meaningless, thus what they pass on is without markers for exploration of the facts…
It follows that soon after I find such treasures of knowledge, the monastery people dig, find and discovers such tidbits. Thus, I now watch and wait to see when they find what I have found. I know they have old records of everything and They will be looking for the saints buried here. It seems that two are buried here…
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We have a tiny little bird, smaller than a sparrow. It is dainty and sings such a beautiful song to me every morning…
This morning was no different and as if he knew I was feeling bad; he sang even more beautiful than most mornings. I sat on my bench and Boza laid at my feet. We listened to him sing and as yet, I have never seen him or gotten a picture of him. He is just there…
He seems to be there to make me feel better, especially when I am feeling bad. Good bird…
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This morning as Boza and I walked, Boza was feeling his oats…
It was just getting light on the horizon and the bats were flitting around gathering the last of the mosquitoes for the night. They were flying low and whipping by and around Boza at his eye level….Boza decided to chase bats this morning. So down the hill Boza flew and leaping as bats dipped and dived at the mosquitoes that Boza stirred up from the grass…
He had no idea what they were and his face was so serious. Boza was worried about these bats. They were so low to the ground and I laughed so hard, my sides hurt.
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Autumn is here in our Tiny Russian Village. The leaves are starting to fall from the trees already. The weather has changed and it was 10 degrees last night. This is why I got a sinus infection, most likely. That happens to me as the seasons change. It will soon be winter, for as I say, “The seasons are short in Russia, except for one, Winter is long and hard!”
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That is all today, I am going to lay down and try to get feeling better…
WtR