My Birthday in the Tiny Russian Village…

Coffee-iconI expected nothing, but I received so much! I had a very good birthday and it seems that everyone around this area remembered, that I had a birthday. Vova got me a very nice coffee cup of insulated metal, Father Pavel from the Monastery gave me a bottle of cognac and an assortment of New Years candy, Boza gave me a lick on the face and Sveta brought me birthday lasagna, a new blanket, magnetic flashlight and hugs and kisses galore…

Why even a bunch of Facebook friends said happy birthday. It was a day also that Father Pavel rang the bell and he held services at the Tiny Russian Village Church…

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This morning I got up at 5:30 a.m. and found that the world had erased all the snow shoveling and snow plowing that was done over the last few days. The drifts are back and we are snowed in again. I just smiled and realized that instead of driving to town, Sveta and I are going to walk to the nearby medium size village and go shopping for supplies. I need to see the best way and then I can go every few weeks and buy supplies…

I spent an hour shoveling snow in the yard paths so that Sveta can get around and now I am getting ready to walk the dog. It is -5 and the wind is blowing to beat the band; as the snow swirls and drifts like a ballerina spinning a pirouette…

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Thus, I am going to walk Boza right now and then later look at images to see if I desire to post any. Sveta has been taking pictures all yesterday and I need to look at them. Too busy right this second and Boza is tired of holding his business, that he does outside, because he is a good doggy… 😉

WtR

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Russian_Village

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.