A Russian Observant Windows…
I write less about what is happening in the world and more about the village, when I am in the village. I try to ignore the trashy main stream media and the death spiral of the western world and it is easy to succeed when life is as good as it is in the village,
Everyday in the village is something different. Like Tuesday is my Big Village day, Sunday is Market Day, and so on and so on. Well Saturday is fish day, because the ponds are full of delicious carp and everyone needs some extra drinking money for the weekend… 🙂 Last weekend I did not buy any,
After we get our power back on, my next post is about the new power transformer and power poles we are getting today. Our village is getting updated in the utility section and we are cheering the power company on. Three new poles and a whole new transformer area. Yippy… I am told that we
May 21, 2014; is when I wrote this article. Updated; June 26, 2015… I have written many articles about this village that we have a home in and I have been upset in the past when certain unscrupulous preacher boys have tried to rip the village off and greed was the motive. The era of
The Russia I live now in is almost exactly like the world I grew up in as a child in the U.S.A. and that should tell you a lot. But it seems as I get older, less and less people would/will understand what I mean, by what I just said… Too many in America do
Last night it rained and it rained so hard that our roads washed out. I walked around and looked at things this morning and see that there is no way that I can get the car out of our spot in the village, until I do some filling of holes, deep holes. Then I remembered
Physicist for War and Profit by John Stanton “Most Americans apply a yardstick to America’s actions which is very different than the yardstick they apply to Russia’s actions. Whenever their bias in favor of their own nation gets into conflict with the truth, the odds are that the bias will prevail. As a result of
Sometimes I carry a cup of coffee with me as Boza and I take our first walk of the day. It was 3:30 a.m. and the sun was just starting to peak over the horizon. The fog disliked the sun and ran away to hide and after awhile, it had hidden well enough to see
Every week I make a half day trip to the Big Village (Сараях) and I try to make that one trip. I have a standing order for four cases of dog food for Boza at the local pet store, I go to Magnet grocery store for me, stop at the pie kiosk for goodies to
Sveta hinted to me, maybe trying to dry some wild strawberries for her and her mother, to use in tea. Since Sveta will not be here in the village until way after strawberry season ends and cannot get her own. Therefore, Boza and I went out around noon today, after nailing the door shut on