So it ends up the same as last year:
The end of October and my SweetPea shows up (lets hope nothing else comes up to stop this) to get back home with me. It has been a very bad year for loss of friends, coworkers and family to the Covid-19. Life is definitely changed by King Covid and will never go back to the same as it was. A friend Sveta knows through work for many years, whom she worked with through her job has died of Covid-19. He was the Engineer of Services for IBM, a very intricate part of the server software, maintenance and whatnot issues for IBM in Russia…
This just puts a whole new level of pressure upon Svetochka….this mans replacement will be hard to find (if IBM can even find such a replacement this day and age) and Sveta has to take upon herself even more of a load with the lack of experienced long term IBM Engineers to fall back on during issues with the IBM servers. It has created a paradox….for Sveta should be retired now and that will not happen for a long while. There is no one at one of the largest banks in the world whom can do what Svetochka does and to find someone for the ancient IBM system is nigh impossible. Switching to a newer system takes a bunch of time, money and infrastructure changes…
The King takes another and another and another….he is a Bad King!
So soon, I will be back in Moscow, Russia and let the Tiny Russian Village have a break from my escapades…
Things are adding up to me:
The services through big companies from the West as the West is crumbling, are drying up and blowing away in the wind to the rest of the world. It is interesting to watch….for so many companies cannot even service their own countries now, much less keep the pretense of service of their goods in other countries…
This is a good and bad thing:
It allows new fresh faces to rise to the challenge, yet it always leaves a vacuum to fill for a time frame unknown. Thus, while we watch the thrashing of the Dying Western USA Empire….China, Russia and more are taking and developing their own survival steps to ensure their advancement in the future. yet it is a rough process for all involved…
Too many eggs in one basket and the basket is getting worn out and unraveling at the seams…
Just spent a half hour telling Foxy Fox who is boss:
A Foxy Fox disturbed the neighbors doggy. He is a good dog and deserves better than who he has as owners, but that is regressing….so since Big Dog as I call him was upset and I know his four types of barking very well, I went to see what was up. We had a Foxy Fox snooping in the village and Foxy Foxes are never wanted around a village, much less inside the village as this one was…
So, I pinpointed him with the flashlight and it is interesting to see that the dogs eyes glow green and a foxes eyes glowed white instead of the normal reddish glow in a flashlight beam. The dog had much better night vision than the fox did at this meeting…
I grabbed my stick and took a walk down the hill. I moved slowly and steadily and the dog was thankful to have someone who cared. This is serious business for a doggy, you know….Foxy Fox was obviously concentrating upon the doggy and did not realize that at 3 a.m. a human was sneaking about also….the moon is almost full and I got very close to the fox and could see him well. I hit the flashlight and he was just turning around to focus upon who was behind him and the reaction was priceless. I thought he was going to have a heart attack. I am telling you that a Foxy Fox can cover ground faster than a speeding bullet…
When he had gone about two hundred meters, he slouched in the tall grass and kept looking at me with those glowing white eyes. It is interesting to watch as they blink, it is like a small flashlight beam turning off and on. He is still out there and the dog gets upset off and on, but it is all good…
I find it interesting that people with dogs have no reaction to and understand that dogs have a language and if you take the time to know the barks, you know when something is wrong and or not wrong. But the neighbors….wouldn’t know if someone was in their yard or not. Even as the chained up doggy barked his warnings to tell his family that all is not good…
But I went and helped him to defend the Tiny Russian Village…
-4 C outside and it feels like it. Sipping coffee and warming backup right now. Cannot get a good image, but the color is evident and the moon is orange…
A Harvest Moon as we called it back in my days!
Poor Doggy, barking at the Harvest Moon, oops, I mean the foxy fox. I am glad that I could keep him company…
If he was my doggy?
Him and I would have gone fox hunting together and chased the fox around the village. As it is, we did okay together….but what good is a dog that is chained up?
Oh well, still a fun morning…
Removed the fat slowly and carefully. I need to lose another 5 kilos (sorta 10 pounds) to get in safe weight zone, 195 pounds would be good…
I think I am done for today?
Yes I am and have a nice day…
WtR
Update: The Foxy Fox got into where the neighbors have Turkeys and got himself an early Thanksgiving dinner, Now you see that having a dog chained and not listening to him talking to you as he warns you of issues, makes no sense and it looks like they only lost one. That was because I was out at the early hours paying attention. Foxy Fox was scared away right across the road by me and that was what he was doing until I rudely interrupted him with the flashlight….Thanksgiving dinner with Turkey…
