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

Suns out and oh so wonderful…

For the last two days I have been digging everything out. I know more snow is coming, but it makes it easier for the next time. I even cut a path so that Boza can run around the yard some (and he took advantage of it as he ran and ran) and I cleared the picnic table and will grill chicken when Sveta comes…

Now it is time to wander up to Vova’s and see if he is doing okay? Boza and I are warm and happy and we will really be happy once Sveta shows up…

Have a nice day…

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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