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 a true Russian Sweet Pea of a girl and she puts up with this bear of a guy and keeps him in line.
Thank God for my Sweet Pea and Russia.
There is a spell in autumn early,
One all too brief, of an enchantment rare:
The nights are radiant and pearly,
The days, pellucid, crystal-clear.
Where played the sickle and fell the corn, a mellow,
A warm and breathless stillness reigns supreme;
Spanning the brown and idle furrow,
A dainty thread of cobweb gleams.
The birds have flown, we hear no more their clamor,
But winter’s angry winds not soon will start to blow –
Upon the empty fields there pours the azure glow
Of skies that have not lost the warmth of summer.
This last trip to the village home was a necessity to repair some items. It was also very wet and we had to drive through deep mud puddles. The mud and puddles were created by huge fish trucks plus tons of rain picking up fish and taking them to the market…
Sammy the Volga has good aggressive tires and is tough as nails. She plowed through and we made it without getting stuck. Many did get stuck and the Fish Farm had to pull people out all week long. It got so bad that the Fish Farm re-plowed the roads and added a whole bunch of new sand to the roads and filled the holes big enough to swallow a car in…
I rebuilt the fireplace this time down. The top stove plate had rotted through after more than twenty years and it was time for safety reasons to install a new one. Those plates are heavy and I had to use a whole bag of mortar to repair the oven all the way around, from top to bottom…
The village was quiet and peaceful. That is the best that can be had in this world as it stands now. I got away from the politics and news. That was good for me and I think I will stay much farther aloof from the news that seems to be destroying our world. No one seems to listen so why bother…
I added a picture of the grocery truck making its way up the hill near our village home. This is a service that will soon end, as summer is almost over and it is definably not profitable to drive to our village in the winter and besides, I doubt that it could even get to the village in the winter. I am on a quest to get our Sammy the Volga set up to be able to make it to the village no matter what the weather. In Russia a rough and tough car is a necessity and a come-along plus other items are standard equipment…
That is enough for today and I hope you got a better view of our Russian Village that we have a home in. Life in a Russian Village is damn near perfect…