Just Saturday and it is a lazy day…

I woke this morning at around 4:30 a.m. and grabbed a cup of coffee first thing. Boza was hungry as he kept staring at his empty food bowl, so I gave him 300 grams of food and he drank a bunch of water and we were ready to explore the village. Actually I wanted a second cup of coffee, but Boza decided to sit at the door and make groaning noises. That is how he tells me to get my butt in gear…

The village was quiet this morning, for many people showed up to plant their gardens and they partied half the night. That is normal when the part time villagers start showing up. Everyone runs around meeting everyone and that leads to a shot of vodka here and a shot of vodka there and a shot of vodka everywhere. Then the next day no one gets anything done due to hangovers and I have to be quiet until noon, so as not to wake the dead as they recover…

Boza and I walked for two hours, we checked on our strawberry patch, we checked on the monastery, we checked on the natural water source in the woods, we checked on the river and we checked on the fish in the lake. It is our job, you know? Then we water our garden, did the laundry and washed the dishes. Now I am writing a post and Boza is sleeping under the bed…

I am going to mow the yard, but that has to wait for as I said, “I do not want to wake the dead!” There must be 35 people in the village right now and I just saw the monk go up the hill to the monastery. That means the bell will ring soon and most likely a hundred people will walk up the hill and they will have some sort of service at the monastery. It will be interesting as the monastery grows, for it is twice as busy now as it was last year and our home is centered to all the action…

Tomorrow (Sunday) I am going to the big village and go to the market. I have to find myself some lightweight pants or long shorts or both. I also need to find a vacuum cleaner, a cheap one, as I killed the one I have, finally. Plus I will do my weekly shopping for supplies and who knows what else…

Okay, I will take some pictures of the market!

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.