Cup of Coffee and Vessel Due F ramblings…

Eighteen days (Actually 16 days left, but who is counting?) of sticking a needle in my leg and then following up with about a month of pills to subsidize the same stuff I just injected. It is called Vessel Due F and it is suppose to help with plaque in the veins and arteries. Plus, I get to do this twice a year for the rest of my life…

To be honest, I think it helps and it only is an issue while I am taking it. It does cause some headaches and such, but again who is counting? The benefits outweigh the detriment during dosage…

As per usual, I can waltz into a drugstore and receive this medication prescription free, yes as in free (No doctor charges a fortune to write a note from mommy to tell the pharmacist to give me what I need to get well!) and that is the same for 100% of my medications and every medication I take everyday, is a prescription drug in America. A drug that you can not get without a note from mommy. That is that freedom thingy situation, that I keep talking about. That tidbit of real freedom…

Now I did not say cost free, but I will say that medicines are an eighth the cost of the same in the western world, called America. Oh, but I forgot, you have Obamacare now and that makes it all better…

I am going to add another thinking to this post, as I just came back from walking Boza for an hour…

Sveta left yesterday to go back to Moscow and that makes Boza and I sad. The thing about all this is that Sveta has rediscovered her love for the village. She, like her mom, lost the love of the village. The Russian family is very big on what is best for the kid in the family and this village home was a purchase long ago for the baby in the family, Misha. Misha is grown and getting ready to get married himself and he has no interest in the village, what so ever. That act alone destroyed the desires of the rest of the family and therefore, the village home went the wayside…

It was more than just that Misha lost the desire for the village, he never had much choice, as they used the village to fulfill the aspect that Russians believe that children should spend as much time in the country as possible. Russian children need to be exposed to nature, animals and fresh air. The village also lost the grandpa that knew and cared to fix the home and land. He died just before I came to Russia and it has taken me years to get the blessings of everyone to continue working on the village property and that is what I am doing. Erasing the effects of time and weather on the home…

Now Sveta has gained a new purpose in the Russian Village called Sunrise to Freedom and she is in love with the village again. She wants to live here again and she sees that I am getting better, much better, now that I have left the crushing pressure of Moscow. That includes any city in my case, for cities are for strange people in my eyes and countryside is for real life and real people…

I use to say, “As long as I can piss off my back porch and no one can see me, or care, then I still have freedom!”

Thank God I found that freedom again…

Post by Kyle Keeton
Windows to Russia…

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A survivor of six heart attacks and a brain tumor, a grumpy bear of a man, whom has declared Russia as his new and wonderful home. His wife is a true Russian Sweet Pea of a girl and she puts up with this bear of a guy and keeps him in line. Thank God for my Sweet Pea and Russia.