Here is where I write…

my spot to write

I call it writers paradise…

Nothing is better than and old desk, in a small cabin and in the middle of nowhere. It is just amazing that I have solid internet here, with fast speeds. Otherwise I could still write, but have to travel to town to upload. That would be okay also…

The desk (the village home exactly) seems lost in time, for it would look better with an old typewriter sitting on it, extra paper sitting in the corner and a cup of coffee to help pound the keys, as you write what your heart desires. But, I think the blending of eras is kinda quaint and it has grown on me as being pertinent…

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The fish in our lake are getting big. They feed the fish five times a day now and it takes four boat loads of fish food to feed the lake, so it seems to me, as I am sure to them, that they do nothing but feed fish. The fish are huge and I suspect that within a few weeks, they will harvest this pond and drain it…

I will post an article with detailed images about their process, I have a tripod and camera that can get up -n- close this year and we will see the harvesting of fish…

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Well according to Sveta, we had the Orthodox Honey Holiday on the 14th of August and I remember that everyone harvested honey. Remember, I told you all about Vova and gathering honey?

It is that time of the year…

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The hunters are gone for the week. I told you yesterday that the hunters here are like most in America, weekend warriors. They come for the weekend, get drunk and kill what ever gets in their way. I lived in a farm world, where we had to protect our cows from “city slicker” deer hunters, for if you did not, you would lose a cow, because a cow looks so much like a deer! Yup…

Next weekend will be the last duck culling and then the ducks are safe for another year. Sad thing is that they do not kill the ducks for food, just sport and poor sport at that. I was taught to hunt and kill only what you will eat. Never more…

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I have to say something about Sveta; Sveta has been pushed to do things that she never has done. She is a typical city person and has had many things handed on a platter to her or close to such a platter that could be in this world here. I spent years doing many things for her and she gathered such things as needed for normal life. Such as changing light bulbs, fixing your bike, installing new things in the house and many other such things, that to me are trivial, but to her were almost impossible…

I have still been there for her by phone and talking her through how to do things, but she is basically on her own and she has had to do somethings that she has never done before. I am proud of her and I mean very proud of her; Sveta has bought a bike and she is installing accessories that she deems necessary. She has installed a mirror and a bike computer. Then she told me, with me able to hear the happiness in her voice, “I even used a screwdriver!”

We live in a world that everyone has their strengths and weaknesses; Sveta is trying to learn and become independent and I support her in that 100%, for I will not be here forever, in fact I understand that I am living on borrowed time and every second and ever day is precious and a blessing for me…

Coming to the village was multifaceted for me; I can survive with nothing and be happy, but most in this world can not. I needed to hone my internal skills and gather my soul back to its roots. This has happened, but I also have seen Sveta, who needs to grow and develop internally and externally, do just that. She needed to become independent, yet still able to be a partner. Partners have to compliment each other and that is a good way to look at Sveta and I…

I am proud of Sveta and the statement, “I even used a screwdriver!” Means even if I (Kyle) die tomorrow, I have accomplished something very important and Sveta is “that” very important!

Have a nice day…

Post by Kyle Keeton
Windows to Russia…

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Russian_Village

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.