In Russia it is said that chickens are milked, and cows carry eggs. (A mockery of those who believe ridiculous rumors.)

Next Friday leaving for the Tiny Russian Village…

Just thoughts for today…

Need to install a couple of windows in the village home, mow the grass, tend to the garden plants and get some fresh air. Going to be warm and sunny the whole time and we can get lots done. Maybe, I can go fishing. Some river perch sound really good right now…

We are still struggling with an oil leak on Sammy the Volga, but it only uses a liter per 1000 kilometers (620 miles.) I think I will try to drop the oil pan and install a new gasket with a new front seal for the crankshaft. Maybe that will do it…

But it is Sunday today and Sveta has gone to work. She gets to use her extra days for days off next week and not use vacation days for village trips. Svetochka and I are looking at trying to get to Egypt this year. It has been awhile and we miss having the Red Sea to swim and snorkel in…

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Gotta dream and then do it…

114 kilos is what I weigh. I know way to heavy, but I am working slowly down to that dream of 100 kilos. (114 kilos is 250 pounds and 100 kilos is 220 pounds. 30 pounds to go…) But when you realize that 4 to 5 years ago I weighed 320 ponds and more. I have come a long ways…

I have lost 70 pounds and that my friend is helping me live longer…

Still though, yesterday, Svetochka and I were riding bikes. We had gone down a huge hill, very steep, and I was sure we would walk back up it. But I took off and started to try to pedal up the hill. I made it, but almost saw stars and started to feel the heavy breathing coming on. Still not in good enough shape…

I get near the top and stop to wait for Svetochka and she passed me by. That little Russian girl cruised on by me as if she did not have a care in the world. Of course I blamed it on the fact she has a better bike and lots of gears. I have three gears and she has (?) a bunch, for lack of other words…

I saw this image as she went by…

Okay so I have a bunch, lot, much and more than that work to do, to get in shape, to keep up with my sweet pea… 🙂

But I made it up the hill and did not die, so I guess that is good…

And we had lots of fun…

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I have finally started to work on my novels that I have written. I had lots of thinking to do and when the realization that I had wrote one novel so big, that I have to break it up into three different novels. There is so much that goes into putting out a book and getting someone to publish it, that I am not sure if it is all worth it. But I have about six novels total that I need to get published. Therefore, book one is being worked over now and hopefully by next spring, I will have a book published…

Probably not…

But like I said, “Gotta dream and then do it…”

WtR

About the author

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...

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