Perfect is in the eye of the beholder…

Most people I know would not find the village that I am at, as being anywhere close to perfect. That is anyone I know from all over the world. I know people from India who would go insane at the shear thought of such isolation and I know people from Australia, who would scream foul over the lack of isolation in this village. It is true that we are all so different and so messed up at the same time. Everyone has a aspect that varies from literally anyone around or near them…

Yesterday, I washed the car. I saw how dirty the car had become traveling the roads around this area. I took a photo with the car in it and Sammy the Volga was dirty! I solved that yesterday, two buckets of water, a spot of soap and some elbow grease. I made the car look much better, but I fought horseflies and deerflies the whole time. So as I discovered this trip to the village, as the mosquitoes disappear from huge clouds of moving death, under those clouds of waning death come buzz bombs from hell. They seem to be the second wave of devils that ensure the death of any living creature, that outwitted the mosquitoes…

I made the mistake of wearing shorts, for you see it is very hot here, and I gave these demons an opportunity to show us mere humans that we are actually just part of the grand scheme of a mighty food chain in life. I realized that I had worked too hard and too long, when I looked down and saw that I had multiples of rivulets of blood streaming down my legs…

Then it was probably a good thing that I am isolated in a tiny Russian village, for if I acted like I did and became a dancing fool, trying to swat flies of death around me. They would have put me in an insane asylum. As it was, since I am very alone here in this village, my antics were only to the amusement of the bugs and maybe one silent neighbor who is smart enough to hide from the insects from Hell…

Disclaimer: *No, don’t worry, not a single horsefly was harmed in the process of my dancing.*

Since my foot is doing much better, Boza and I took a walk. We went to look at the monastery and see what was happening. A bulldozer had been trying to push something around and since they were gone, we went to look. We found that they guys doing the work, simple did nit have enough bulldozer for what they wanted to do. They tried to drag off a huge (I mean huge) tree trunk, that had been cut down a few weeks ago. The church wanted it gone and the Fish Village tried to remove it for them. They failed miserably, but succeeded in tearing up the grounds for what looked like miles…

The bulldozer was really good at digging itself into a hole as it tried to drag the tree trunk away. It was obvious that they needed to cut that trunk into several pieces. But since the best saw they had was a pruning saw, that never happened. The tree truck seemed to be rooted in place on its side and the bulldozer seemed to be on ice…

The bulldozer finally left, dejected, broken and defeated. It dragged a piece of it behind itself and Boza and I were able to follow its track out of the village, like a wounded animal trying to escape. I found several pieces of metal that I knew came from the bulldozer and put them up on another tree stump so that they will find them, if they attempt to come back for round two, with the champion tree trunk…

Good thing that the tree trunk could not run to catch them, for the scene could have been very upsetting indeed. As it was, mankind was able to survive and fight another day…

Disclaimer: *No human was hurt in the process of trying to drag a tree trunk the size of Godzilla!*

Therefore since yesterday is over and today is just starting, I let the dog run around and I looked the car over. It looks good and is ready to pick up my fair maiden from the train station tomorrow. I noticed several more people had left the village and now it is very quiet. There will be some more come by the weekend and party as many do. We went to look at the tree trunk and it gloated as it did yesterday over the fact that it had defeated the human devils and I assumed that it will be sometime before the humans try to attack it again. I figure as soon as the humans find a big enough chainsaw, they will be back…

I sip my cup of coffee and do my thinking’s. Those thinking’s have led to this article. This article has made me realize even more good things about the village and thus, there will be more thinking articles about the village…

Yes the village is almost perfect, at least for me, it is alive in its own sense and it still has soul. The only thing that makes the village lacking, is the fact that Sveta is in Moscow and I am in the Russian village. Sveta comes tomorrow and will stay 4 days, then she will take a train back to Moscow…

Perfect almost, but I still miss my sweety…

Post by Kyle Keeton
Windows to Russia…

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