The weather outside is frightful… ;)

Really it is not, but that is what everyone wants to hear. I get e-mails wishing that I would die and or freeze to death. Sad really…

I am so happy; Sveta is coming the 14th and it looks like she will have to take a taxi to the bus stop out on the main road, just a couple of kilometers away and I will walk to meet her. I have to blaze a trail there and then she can follow me back and that will make it easier for her. We talked last night and she will stop in town in the taxi, after she gets off the train and pick up some food items. I have lots of food, but there are things she likes to have and such… (Besides, I would love some Tvorg!)

Boza is having the  hardest time. He is still struggling with how to do his doggy duties. We finally found a clear area by the bell tower. The wind had swept the ground clear and Boza immediately took full advantage of the situation. We will go back this morning and allow him to do the same again. Snow higher than your butt, kinda makes things different…

I had to pull Boza from a snow drift. He leaped and landed in the middle of a drift. All I saw was his nose and he froze in place. Boza knows to allow me to help him, if he is unsure of what to do. He trusts me that way. I pushed my way to him and picked the guy up and carried him to safety. Then he was off and hopping across the snow again…

It got cold last night, but not as cold as it will be tonight. We got lucky last night and the weather changed. But it is still threatening and now they are calling for at least three days of warmer weather. Right around -2 and that is when Sveta will come. See, Sveta brings joyful weather with her. She is such a sweetie. Old Man Winter likes Sveta…

Well it is getting light outside and Boza and I need to walk. Then I will get my paths cleared again to the well and other areas and I have in mind to cut a path all around the fence line. Boza then can run and check on things as they catch his interest during the day. The more paths the better…

WtR

About Кайл Китон

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...Кайл Китон