Day: July 4, 2015

Vova my buddy came down and said, “Give me your phone number!”

I said, “I don’t know it!”

I handed him my phone and said call your number from my phone. He said, “I don’t know it!”

We looked at each other and as our brains tried to figure out how to get our phone numbers to each other, I quickly text Sveta and asked for my phone number, please!

Sveta, who has both our numbers and knows them. She sent me mine, I punched my number into Vova’s phone, called myself and he has my number. Vova called me and I have his number. We then had both our numbers and we felt good about that, but… then, I realized and Vova realized, that without a “woman,” we were not able to do something as simple as trade phone numbers…

Without a woman! Ouch…

I’m just a guy, you know?

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Then the guy in the house across the way came over. His phone was dead, I had a terrible time understanding what he wanted. His Russian is 100 times more mumbler than Vova’s Russian. His phone is dead, he has a face like his favorite puppy just died, he is mumbling at a hundred miles per hour in Russian at me and I had to pick up the phone and call Sveta. Sveta got what he wanted and I finally understood when he handed me a paper with a phone number on it. I called his wife for him and he talked to her and all was happy after he got instructions how to proceed with life. He forgot to charge his phone and it was dead and actually unsurvivable dead. He has another phone now, he showed it too me today…

But then again the point is, sadly, the women straightened everything out, Sveta could understand his mumblings, his wife told him when to get her and what to do at what time and place and once again, us guys were happy to get a issue solved, but it dawned on me as with Vova…

Without a woman! Ouch…

I’m just a guy, you know?

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But, we repair windows, repair roofs, build fences, repair cars and trucks, grumble, cuss, spit, repair roads, clean fish, pluck chickens, skin rabbits, scare foxes away and a million more things we do, whether smart to do them or not. We do a ton of things that most women dislike doing and or dislike us guys doing and we do things that make no sense to women 99% of the time, but we get things done and make it look easy; except when it comes to knowing our own phone number, your phone number, your birthday, our anniversary and just about anything important to a woman…

I’m just a guy, you know?

Post by Kyle Keeton
Windows to Russia…

I was up early and still behind today, but I did build my bench out in the field yesterday. The bell is ringing right now and Boza is scared of that bell, so I decided to let him hide, while I write a post. The bell is one of the moist beautiful sounds in the world and it makes my heart feel good when I hear it ring, but Boza has different thoughts about that… 🙂

I used parts of the old telephone posts that they cut down, when they put in the concrete ones you see in the images. I am going to paint it, cut the grass around it and first thing is to install a teeter totter near by. After that, I will think about what is next…

This next image is one of our little monster birds and he followed us all the way down the hill, when we built the bench. I had two bosses; the little bird told Boza what to do and Boza passed it on to me, to do it. Needless to say, I am on the low end of the totem pole…

Well the bell is done ringing, Boza has come out from under the bed, two little birds are singing in the window and I guess it is time to go sit on the bench; for I ate too much and am feeling lethargic and bloated…

Grab the camera, grab the walking stick, grab the hat and time to take some birds and Boza for a walk…

Post by Kyle Keeton
Windows to Russia…