Empire of Chaos and other coffee thoughts…

Chaos
Chaos…

The Empire of Chaos is my new name for what I have been calling The Western Empire; The Western Empire name is actually taken as it is also known as the Western Roman Empire, or the western part of the Roman Empire. The name is also too mild for the Empire of death and evil and since Chaos was the beginning in mythology and Chaos means: “Complete disorder and confusion!”

The above statement goes perfect with a country like America; whom thinks they are the beginning of all righteousness and rules with totally unadulterated CHAOS…

Therefore, I shall adjust my thoughts and we have now been given the best name for the latest empire to terrorize the world as we know it. The name I have accepted for the west as they call themselves on the planet we call Earth is…

The Empire of Chaos…

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IMG1513AYesterday I made Tuna Casserole…

I took a can of water based tuna, a pack of cheese crackers, a small pack of mayo, a small chunk of Colby cheese and salt, pepper, garlic and mixed all together in a bowl, using the moisture from the tuna can only. Once stirred thoroughly, I put in a throwaway bake pan and baked it on the bottom 25 minutes and top and bottom another 5 minutes…

I used what I had and when it was done, I ate every last bit of what you see in the image…

Oh My! It was so good and then I moaned about being stuffed the rest of the day… 😉

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IMG1517ATonight Boza and I watched the sunset. It was cold and it was windy and it was wonderful…

The air is softer and the wind is from the south. This is important for we will now get warmer, like -5 C. instead of -35 C. The frost has actually been blown out of the trees and it just feels warm to me. Boza liked it and we just walked 20 minutes and felt no repercussions, like we do at -30 C. or so. It is strange to look at -20 C. as a good temperature and -10 C. as a heat wave. I am starting to understand Siberian people and how they look at the weather…

Heat is easier to cool down from than cold is to heat up from. The energy required to heat a home at -30 C. is unbelievable, but even at +38 C. a fan will allow you to survive. But the energy required to run a fan is a far cry from the energy to heat with…

Just a thought of mine! And could you image the energy required to stay warm at -80 C. ?

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Vova and I are waiting to get our roads plowed, but it looks like more snow is coming and thus, no plowing of the roads. They refuse to plow if it snows. They will only plow if no snow is in the forecast for at least a week. Not going to happen too often…

The 80 year old babushka in the White House does not care if they ever get plowed. She puts on her skis as she did today and walks to the nearest village. Today she went to get her 10 liters of weekly milk and she goes to get it, no matter what is happening in the world. She is one tough old bird… 😉

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Vova has his lights on tonight; and that means he is feeling better. I have been worried and today after he got his nitro yesterday and slept soundly for a day. He seems to be doing good. I just hope he does not over do it and keeps things cool for a few more days. He went rabbit hunting and got cold. That is what got him and I remember that he had pneumonia a few years ago and I worry. We are a long way from civilization…

But I know that Vova feels like I do. If you die out here in the Russian Village; You die free, happy and on your own terms!

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I thanked Sveta last night and I told her to thank her mother. They allow me to live in this village. The home was bought by Sveta’s mother many years ago and the family faded from using the home after Misha Sveta’s son grew up. I came along and found heaven in a Tiny Russian Village. I realized today with a fervor, that if I died tomorrow, I have lived a full life and ended up in a village that loves me as much as I love it…

Sveta’s family accepts me somewhat; I know that the only member of Sveta’s family that I care to accept me is Sveta’s mother. That I care about and it looks like she does, but she is better if I do not become present to much. She is a nervous type intellect, extremely intelligent and a very kind person. She looks at all the images I post and has been amazed and astounded at what the winter looks like here in the Tiny Russian Village…

They never dreamed that someone could live here all winter. It never crossed their minds and they only looked at the place as a summer only situation. So they are watching and learning that winter is a dream come true in the village. Sveta has experienced it personally for the first time this year. She loved it and never comprehended that winter was feasible here in the village…

I worry about the situation with Russia and America. I do not want to leave Russia under any circumstances. It is getting nasty from the USA side and sooner or later, Russia will react. Sad and more sad…

Oh and I want to thank all the people who donated. I will easily keep the blog online with our host and did not have to take from the budget money to eat and live on…

Have a nice day…

WtR

About Кайл Китон

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 Russian and she puts up with this bear of a man and keeps him in line...Thank God for my sweetie and Russia...Кайл Китон