Iran did it, is now the new saying. Before Russia did it, China did it, Venezuela did it, Cuba did it, Soviet Union did it, you did it, I did it, they did it…
Everyone pointed at, but who really did it…
I am tired of the crap and we really need to start holding a mirror up in front of us so that the pointers can see themselves as they point…
It is impossible to be more obvious, as they instigate time and time again…
Go away Western Empire and die a honorable quiet demise…
Trump and the rest of his White House chicken-hawks failed at trade negotiations, and are grasping at straws to stop China and Iran. It simply isn’t going to happen. Also, China is a sovereign country, and doesn’t have to comply with the U.S. ban on Iranian crude purchases anyway. Nobody else is, including Europe. So, get over it America, and end the trade wars, and get off Huawei’s back.
Rear door bad rot. It has eaten even the door support frame out at the bottom…
Fixed hole from ground up. Oh and Boza was there….see the silver bowl. That is Boza’s water dish. Holds my nails and screws.
Rebuilt porch floor. Broken car spring pieces are braced front and rear of door to support main hinge beam.
Rebuilt door jam and underlay, then applied new layer of floor on top the whole mess
Back Door area was weak from rot. So I did what I do best and that is tear all the rot out and attempt to repair the mess I made…
As you see I was mostly successful, it is not that beautiful, but it is solid and functional…
This is what happens when water leaks for years and years and it never gets fixed…
Svetochka and I worked on the roof a week ago and we stopped the influx of water when it rains, except one spot and that spot will be fixed when it stops raining and drys out again…
I still have a tiny leak and since it rained good today, it allowed me to find that leak. It will be defeated… 😉
At first being in someone else’s home and going through their life is strange…
Nikolai is and will always be embedded in the home we got. Just like I am sure that he felt that way as the home was his sisters and she built the home. I did not ever know her, but I am positive that I can point out what was her and what is related to him. Now after several weeks, you can also point out what is the me, myself in the home…
In a real home, you install a bit of your soul in that home. Yesterday, I started to clean out some of the past and tossed that past this morning at 5 a.m…
I guess I am writing this because, yesterday also a 42 year old girl died in the village. The ambulance came and got her to the hospital still barely alive, but they could not save her. She died…
The why and how is not important. It just is part of life…
42 is so young to me now…
But I digress, I am cleaning out and cleaning up, as is necessary, what is left of Nikolai. I put on his favorite hat, the hat he wore to the Big Village when we went shopping together. A bit (Okay a bunch) small for me, but that does not matter…
I know his wife was not able to do it and in a way I am performing a service to keep her from dealing with the pain of cleaning up what was and making it now what is. I inherited the life of an old Soviet gentleman, who loved working with wood and building things. I am using the materials that he had laid out for projects to do, projects that up until the day he died, he planned on doing…
At 80 plus years old he had a dozen unfinished projects that he desired to do and I am working on them daily. I kinda like to think he smiles from heaven as I rebuild the porches,walls, create new fences, gates and sweep the floors. For that is what he loved to do….work and work and work on projects…
When I finish his projects, I will start and lay out my own projects…
Life is good today and I am glad that we have his home to care for…
A tenth of the cost to live…
A tenth of the government regulations…
Emotions are not wasted on frivolous things and or people…
Cottiers, as in most of the world, everywhere…
And…
100% more freedom than where I came from…
That was my July 4th. A very free and nice July 4th. Just had to be in Russia to experience it…
I sat this morning sipping coffee at 5 a.m. and realized how lucky I am. The birds where all over the yard. The baby birds are now basically on their own, with moms and dads keeping a watchful eye on them all. There are dozens of fluttering and flapping birds, still learning the finer controls of flight and two landed at my feet. they looked at me and squawked at me…
As if to say, “Why are you in my way?”
I said, “Sorry little one and I will be more careful next time!”
Tomorrow I will travel to the Big Village. Nina, a full time villager, needs 50 kilos of sugar and I need to stock up on a few groceries. Sveta will not come this weekend, so my Friday trip to town will become an early Saturday trip…
Svetochka is about to have two grand kids. (Looks like by sonogram, a girl.) Not sure she likes the term babushka yet, so I try to not use that term too much. But, she has found a little soul buddy in Ernie her first grand kid. He seems to relate well with BABUSHKA!
I tell Sveta, “He is smarter than his parents and needs you to help teach him about life!”
Three years ago I built the gate at the mother inlaws home. It finally needed more paint and is in good shape. No rot and no sagging. Then I rebuilt the favorite bench and since it was too wide now, I had to add a third post. It is solid…
But my day actually started with rebuilding the new home front stairs. In between times, Father Pavel came by to say hi. Vova came by and had lunch ready. Vova wants to go and visit the store in the Big Village today, need groceries…
Just not enough time in the day to do it all and I have a million things to do…
But hey, as the Russians say, “Always is tomorrow!” (Vsegda yest’ zavtra – Всегда есть завтра)
The word liberal doesn’t mean what it used to mean. In the old days it simply meant “Open to new ideas or ways of doing things.” Those words do not describe what passes for enlightened thinking inside of our modern liberal movement. There is no longer any room for debate with these people. If you disagree with them you are immediately dismissed as a Neanderthal, a Nazi , or just an idiot, not worthy of their attention. The absence of debate has led to their ideals becoming increasingly adolescent over the years. Our parents gave us the “Golden Rule” and we in turn have given our children gender pronouns. It really is sickening…