Thanks and thanks again; from the Tiny Russian Village…

This morning at 5:30 a.m. I got up and found that the world outside was dark, dreary, foggy and wet! Then I decided to get up and Boza and I went outside to check on the wild creatures that wonder through our yard at times and the woods nearby. The world is full of creatures that like to check on us and tell us that they have lived here, much longer than we have…

Something happened before bedtime last night and I will talk about that in a minute…

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First I will talk about what I found after we came back in to decided what we will do; Sleep some more or get coffee?

I fired up the internet and made a cup of coffee, this is the same internet that had given me trouble the night before and as I was wondering if everything would work? For I had switched it back to the WiFi modem and was not sure that all would work as it had been. It worked and all was good…

Then I started my e-mail and found a couple of donations. Thus as I was humbled in happiness…

First I will thank everyone who is donating and want people to realize that this is extremely important for my survival in the Tiny Russian Village. I have been in Russia many years (10) and have spent most of the time recovering from six heart attacks in the U.S. and a brain tumor, that almost killed me through chemo and that helped bring on the heart attacks on top of everything…

These last few years I have finally recovered enough to kick a bunch more pills and get back in shape. I found a Russian village home owned by Svetochka’s mother and the family has allowed me to stay in the village and actually live there most of the year. I have to leave and such at times, but most of my life is now in the Russian village…

My money that I had when I came to Russia all went to Sveta’s family for a purchase of a flat and that was all good. I could stay in Moscow for the rest of my life, but Moscow was really hard on this country boy and I was suffering and could never heal completely. Then I decided, with permission, to try living in the Tiny Russian Village. I started to heal and grow stronger everyday. I found an even better human living around me and in Moscow they are very good people, but in the village, they are deep old soul people and have accepted me with open arms. Just as Svetochka and her family has done in the past…

The reason that I am thoughtful upon this subject this morning is that I am trying to survive and get back on my feet. Sveta will sacrifice all she has for me, for she loves me deeply and I her. But at times people have to prove things to themselves and surviving in a Tiny Russian Village is not easy, at the best of times…

I have finally succeeded in starting a small online store. http://cellphoneofday.com/ – This store is in Sveta’s name, for my country is virtually the only country in the world that abuses people who try to better themselves and taxing us who lives outside of America is their way of making us feel loved… 🙁

This store brings in enough for very basic living and anything more is out of reach. That is all fine and it is my choice to live in Russia and such. (Though Russia and her wonderful cheap healthcare has gotten me back on my feet and was worth coming here for.) Therefore, I am trying to build a base for surviving in Russia, if things go bad in the worst way. The store is a godsend and helps me accomplish the same as a pensioner in Russia and that I can live on. But no extra, like website domains and hosting costs; though dreaming is always there, as I work on the store and imagine, sales and good money to survive comfortably and not burden Svetochka and her family…

Thus, when I get a donation and the donation is not specific for something, I can put that donation to use to help ease the budget. I realized that the donations are important and it gives me a feel for who is reading and what they see. Though I never dreamed that I would ask for money, but in this world I live in now, my past does not pay anymore and my future is what I make of it. My government has sliced off any help it should give and that is fine, for it was my choice and I do not want ties to the Uncle Nipple of life and Liberty…

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Emotions are funny things…

I cried when I received the donations this morning! I think it was because, yesterday, I was down and out with the weather and my arthritis has given me a fever. I spent yesterday chilled and burning up, all day long. I have a real issue with when my arthritis fares up and I wake in the night in sweats. It is hard on me and I have yet to figure out what to do. It is the main thing that the village does not help living in. Everything else is much better…

People send me suggestions, but nothing helps…

But here is why I cried…

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Last night Boza and I heard a noise at bedtime. We went out to investigate and found Hooty the Hoot Owl sitting on top our biggest tree again. He was screeching at the top of his lungs and Boza decided to tell him to shut up and go away…

The owl started to screech at Boza and Boza was barking to beat the band. It was Boza, growling and jumping at the tree trunk and in the top of the tree, was the owl, flapping his wings and telling Boza to shut up also. I could hear at least four more Hoot Owls in the woods nearby and everyone was yelling at everyone else… 😉

It was a real Three Ring Circus and was more fun than a barrel of monkeys dancing all around…

Then I had enough and yelled at everyone involved in this caper and off flew the owl, the woods got quiet and Boza went, “ruff ruff” one more time and with his tail curled over his back, went inside and said, “Thanks dad we took care of that and time for bed now!”

Then this morning as I received the donations, I realized that there is nowhere else on earth that I want to be. That I have to make it somehow and every Hoot Owl, Hedge Hog, Fox, Rabbit and a hundred other things and its, are why I am healing and getting better everyday…

It is a miracle, for when you have been on the operating table, been in emergency rooms dying. When they have to hit you with those paddles to start your heart and operate to save your life. Then your outlook changes, the way you see things change…

I know that if I want to live a long life, I have to figure out how to make it here in this Tiny Russian Village and do it for myself…

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I had tears in my eyes as I received a donation for an article I wrote awhile back. I said once to someone who wanted to blog, “You write about what you love, you talk about what makes you who you are and they will come to read! You just have to be honest about what you say and what you do!”

My heart has been stolen by Russia and a little lady named Svetochka has been the catalyst that began that. I owe my heart and soul to Sveta and her saving my life at a time that was the darkest in which I had endured…

Somewhere in that time frame, Russia became my home…

WtR

kKEETON @ Windows to Russia…

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