The Old Plow…

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In an old shed, at an empty village home, we have a home-made plow. Made by hand, pulled by a donkey or horse and to plow the earth to grow food. The shack being lived in by vagrants in the recent past and ransacked for anything of value to people who drink and do drugs, is a mess. The main home is still solid and has been empty for many years now. It is sad that when the heart of a home dies, family seems to disappear and go their own way…

The vagrants did not see the plow as important, nor the new wooden arms, not finished parts to the plow; back wall right side of photos. There are treasures all over the place, or I should say treasures to me, such as saws, ladders, metal for welding repair and etc, etc, etc…

I am going to see if I can get this plow. I want to take it apart and rebuild it. I want to learn and try to understand what makes it strong and work. I know who knows about this plow and he lives in the Yellow Home part-time…

I am going to go back and take a bunch of images of it at all angles. I need to learn to do work like this and then find someone to pass it on to. We all need to learn how to build and create…

With this device (with a horse, pony, cow, donkey, mule or a jackass,) I can plow a field, I can plant a crop and we (Sveta and I) can eat food; then maybe if you are nice, I could feed you also…

Post by Kyle Keeton
Windows to Russia…

White and Guilty of the Crime of History?

No. I’m Not Going to the Reeducation Camp

by John Stanton

“…if you sit around and wait for the one who is in power to make up his mind that he should end it, you’ll be waiting a long time. And in my opinion the young generation of whites, blacks, browns, and whatever else there is, your are living in a time when there has to be a change…a better world needs to be built…And I will join in with anyone, I don’t what color he is, as long as he wants to change the miserable condition that exists on this earth.” Malcolm X at Oxford, 1964

“Out here in the fields. I fight for my meals. I get my back into my living. I don’t need to fight to prove I’m right, I don’t need to be forgiven.” Baba O’Reilly, The Who , 1971

“And then they would have to determine how to build their suburbs on something other than human bones, how to angle their jails toward something other than a human stockyard, how to erect a democracy independent of cannibalism. I would like to tell you that such a day approaches when the people who believe themselves to be white renounce this demon religion and begin to think of themselves as human.” Between the World and Me, Ta-Nehisi Coates, 2015

When did my genes and “I” become guilty of thinking that they were white?

According to genetic testing results I am part of the Haplogroup R1; specifically, R1a1. Information accompanying the test results indicated that “I”, or the group my genes belong to, “appears to have arisen in the Near East or present-day Pakistan during the peak of the Ice Age about 18,000 years ago. Until the Ice Age began to wane about 15,000 years ago, it may have been limited to the area around the Black Sea, a region that remained relatively ice-free and hospitable while much of Eurasia was covered by glaciers and tundra.”

Then events transpired so that my genes “decided” they would become “white” and privileged some 12,000 years ago. “R1 is the dominant Haplogroup in Europe today, accounting for well over half of all men. After being confined to the continent’s southern fringes during the Ice Age, it expanded rapidly in the wake of the receding glaciers about 12,000 years ago. Various branches of R1 also trace the many migrations that have shaped Europe since then, from the arrival of farmers between about 10,000 and 7,000 years ago to the movements of ethnic groups such as the Anglo-Saxons and Vikings.”

Neanderthal Man

I also now know that 3.0% of my DNA comes from the Neanderthal line. I know, too, that “my” son’s mother’s genes traveled, from what is now called Africa, the opposite direction from my genes, through what is now known as Asia, to what is now the West Coast of North America and, hugging the coast, made their way to Northern Brazil to the mouth of what we now call the Amazon River. Those genes which became known as Amazonian Indian merged with genes from a pool of genes from Portugal. My son’s genes will likely merge with those of his wife from what we now call Trinidad by way of what is now known as India and from wherever those genes originated from.

None of this was planned.

And none of this makes any difference to those from the many bands of the human spectrum who make sure to label me White and Middle Class, just as those from other parts of the spectrum chose to tag others as Black, Asian, Pacific Islander and Latino belonging to Upper, Middle and Lower classes.

In the book Between the World and Me, Coates, I think—though I may be wrong—is saying, in part, that the Species has to stop thinking it is a color, or maybe even a class, but that one must know his/her history. This made me wonder why is it that when many describe the supreme quality of a person they tend to pause and say “human being” and not the tired old clichés belonging to leadership texts? Is this what Coates means when he says “think of themselves as human”? Or is he saying that being White is to be inherently evil? Or is it that Capitalism, the American Myth, and Whiteness fused into one monstrous American Democracy, with Western European origins, is destroying us all? Yet Coates seems to find solace and a sort of contradictory peace in a bastion of Western European culture now known as Paris, France.

I know my skin color is White and what that means in the most dominant economic, military and cultural power in the United States of America where roughly 17 percent are Hispanic, 12 percent Black, 4 percent Asian, 1 percent Native Americans, and 65 percent White. I do not know what it is like to be anyone else and I would not want to be like anyone else with any other history other than my own and those of my genes.

I know the history of the genocide, slavery and the rape and pillage of Blacks in Africa and America, and the destruction of the Native Peoples in North, Central and South America. I know, generally, of the ancient wars of the Pharaoh’s, the Romans, the Muslims and the Greeks and the wanton slaughter and savaging of women and children in those times. I know that the slaves of the ancients were described by Varro as “speaking tools.” That belief persisted in the United States for most of the country’s history. I know the history of the Jewish Holocaust, the Killing Fields of Cambodia, the Rape of Nanking, Stalin and Mao’s purges and executions, the human sacrifices of the Inca’s, the public hangings of Blacks in America’s South, the millions killed by the Belgians, and so on. I have seen what was once a human rendered into pieces.

How should I apply this knowledge?

Is it the System?

Should I attribute the sins of the world to Whiteness? Or should I conclude that the Species itself and the dominant economic and ruling methodology of Capitalism combine to make the “demon” that Coates refers to and the “system” that Malcolm X wants us all to change: That American system, born largely of the British, Roman and Greek Systems, that relies on absurd contradictions and irony. A system that makes those from NWA and Straight Out of Compton, with all the female bashing lyrics, now part of the One Percent elite of corporate America; or the principals of the George W. Bush Administration clearly guilty of war crimes still cashing in on public office; or the poor and largely Black people that can’t make $500 bail and waste away in jail; or the White miners in West Virginia killed because the mining company ignored safety rules and is found not guilty of negligence on a legal technicality; or the citizens of Detroit City denied, by a lone judge, the right to clean drinking water. And what should I make of an American society that does not care about corporate surveillance (for profit) and government monitoring of all forms of communication (to maintain security and stability for the corporations to make profits)? Where were the White Rockers, Black Rappers, and Country Music stars when the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan raged on or the beach head for the corporate and government’s invasion of privacy was the home?

They, all of them, were co-opted by a political, economic and cultural system we deny every day but in which we also live, procreate, operate and profit. With all of our complaints, we don’t have a functional alternative to offer. The ballot-box provides no remedy. Presidential and Congressional elections are polluted by money and interests, foreign and domestic, over which voters have no control. Politicians are bought and sold like horses prior to a race. It took a 2016 Republican presidential candidate in Donald Trump, who regularly buys and sells politicians, to acknowledge this fact. The corporate and government elite was shocked and aghast that one of their own would, well, expose Coates’ “demon” so openly.

With the extremes of the American Identity Culture, social media, ubiquitous voice and audio recording, surveillance video weaving their way into all facets of American life, speech has become an action to be exercised with caution. It is an interesting coincidence that this comes on the heels of Edward Snowden’s revelations of the extent of corporate and government collaboration on tracking the intimate details and movements of Americans. A poster should be made that reads, “You are to be seen but not heard and you are to speak only when spoken to. Measure your thoughts before releasing them for the record.”

Fragmented, Tribal Nation

America continues its push to a more perfect Panopticon. The Atlantic Magazine reports that “A movement is arising, undirected and driven largely by students, to scrub campuses clean of words, ideas, and subjects that might cause discomfort or give offense.” The World Socialists point to the dropping of Democratic Party fundraisers known formerly as Jefferson-Jackson Days. Dismissing Jackson correctly as a dumb, wealthy brut, The World Socialist’s state, “Like any other historical figure, Jefferson could not catapult himself out of the times in which he lived. If he embodied more than any other leader the contradictory character of the American Revolution, which posed for the first time the claim of full human equality but had no means of establishing it, this only adds to his fascination as a historical figure. As for hypocrisy, one wonders if Wilder and Jefferson’s other critics are prepared to turn over the gains they have made by speculating on the surging stock market of recent decades—money intimately bound up with the super-exploitation of the working class. Unlike Jefferson, who could say with the other revolutionists of ’76 that they had staked “our lives, our Fortunes, & our sacred Honor” on a “glorious cause,” Jefferson’s haters in 2015 have staked absolutely nothing on their subjective and deeply a-historical attacks.”

Where is American society/culture going with all this? It is certain that in this most Capitalist of societies, there will be commodification and cash to be made in the Identity Industry. The corporations have been target marketing for some time now to Blacks, Whites, Asians, Mixed, and LGBT: Fragmented markets for a fragmented nation: Just so.

Perhaps Identity Papers complete with genetic testing results are in order, or maybe public self-flagellation for those being White and therefore guilty of the woes that beset the Species and the environment. Reeducation Camps might be an option, or is college becoming the modern day reeducation camp?

Safe Spaces carried to far turn the confines of the home into that space in which people communicate with society only via the Internet and with a false identity. Nearly two million American children are being home schooled and that trend is increasing. Between corporate privatization and parental frustration with traditional 19th Century based K-12 learning modes—in both public and private schools—home schooling is on the rise.

With the religion of the mythic Judeo-Christian Gods demolished, the religion of the secular and its human gods is ascendant. Watching or reading the bombastic media and its featured commentators and guests brings the feeling of sitting in a Catholic confessional booth. “Bless me Father for I have sinned somehow and if I did not consciously sin then one of my ancestors, or my genes, did, and, in the future might.”

Who will be the judges and guides in this new America that aims to be classless and colorless, and aims to reeducate all of America? It would be an extraordinary day when all Americans think that they are of no color or class, just a collection of histories and genes assembled into one United States. I’m all for it. But the history of the Species speaks against the successful implementation of a such a blank slate society.

I don’t think I’m White. I think I am a human being. I don’t know what it is like to be rich and in the top 20 percent of money makers in the USA. I know that I’m color-labeled as White and class-labeled as Middle by the identity and false consciousness hunters that roam the American landscape.

I know I agree with Dave Chappelle, famed comedian with $10 million in the bank, who is labeled as Black and Wealthy. But I’m not a smart guy and I think that he is a human being and really funny guy with great observations of the human condition. I think that way of George Carlin, Chris Rock and the late Robin Williams. According to Chappelle “I support anyone’s right to be who they want to be. My question is: To what extent do I have to participate in your self-image?’

Nope, “I” don’t need to be forgiven and neither do my 18,000 year old genes.

John Stanton is a Virginia based writer. Reach him at captainkong22@gmail.com

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…

Sunday Coffee Thoughts…

coffee loves meLong underwear, heavy socks, long sleeve shirts, coats and hats are necessary now. Last night hit 9 degrees Celsius and in another day, it will be 12 degrees during the day. This is perfect weather and Boza and I love it…

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All hunters are out in full force this morning, but either they killed all the ducks (No, still a bunch left,) or as our famous “Gay Duck” is doing, hiding in the reeds. He went through this last year and knows to stay low and safe. Looks like he taught his friends to do the same, for this morning I heard a bunch of them making very low level quacking noises in the cattails and such. No practice flying for the next week or so. The hunters will basically be done by next weekend on Sunday. They are mainly weekend warriors…

I wonder if we can weaponize the ducks as they could be classified as rebels and maybe we can arm them to fight back? Just a thought…

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Walking Cane...
Walking Cane…

I have been looking for the perfect wood finish. Most finishes, unless you use oils, will scratch off of a finely sanded wood project as you use it. Then you leave a light colored spot. Now I realize that there is good finishes to penetrate and solve most of that issue, but expense is a problem for me. Money does not grow on trees and priorities have to be set. So what ever I do to finish wood products that I have worked on, needs to be reasonable in price to do and kept in a jar with a lid to use until all gone…

I created such a finish…

First off I discovered the idea of using coffee and teas as wood stains. I worked on that and perfected how to mix and apply just right, coffee and tea solutions. It stains beautifully and you are able to have degrees of stain ability from light to dark, all according to your desires…

The cane on the left is a medium height waking cane. More length than a standard cane, but not a staff or walking stick. It is a left handed version only. I was surprised by that, but after looking at it, I should not be, for the bends are conductive of that hand usage…

Now coffee alone just does not do the job. There needs to be something to deepen the depth of staining and lasting ability of the color. I grew up with a grandma who made everything herself. I knew about oil and vinegar to redo wood floors with and it works, just plain works. I myself use to care for my wood floors with vegetable oil and vinegar and the results were always amazing. Now if you have poly floors and other synthetic such finishes, this will not do the job, but real oiled and finished floors, this is the key…

Therefore after studying the internet for several days and seeing coffee as a stain and even tea as a stain for wood of all types, in variant degrees, nothing about mixing coffee, oil and vinegar. Oil and vinegar many such cases of doing that, but with coffee, No!

I stain the cane above with coffee three times. Then I took the coffee and experimented. I use one part coffee (Strong as an ox version!,) one part 10% vinegar and one part oil. I lid the jar and shake real good. Then shake as using it and dip a rag and just wipe the wood down. I let dry for a few minutes and then with a clean towel, rub it down. Rub hard and let sit for 10 minutes in the shade. Then reapply three times more. The final application, just allow to dry completely and then later, buff as hard as you can with a clean cloth…

The vinegar makes the oil penetrate and yet dry properly, the coffee adds more stain and is not necessary if you stain with coffee alone, I wanted a darker cane…

So, soak wood with coffee, until as dark as you like, then apply vinegar and oil, that will seal the color and allow a slight satin effect to the wood once buffed. The resultant effect is a none slippery dark colored wood and it smells just like coffee only, for once the vinegar drys the odor of vinegar goes away…

Now coffee will not penetrate some woods as well, thus if you use the mixture I said above, the vinegar helps the coffee to penetrate and the oil also. Then as it drys, the color is left behind, with a oil that has been preserved by the vinegar…

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Well I am going to stick with Windows 10, it is no more intrusive than Windows XP through Windows 8.1 and contrary to the “Doom Sayers,” all Windows products phone home. Either get use to it or learn how to turn it all off and block everything with a better firewall, than what Windows uses…

It is fast and after I tamed it, it is good. The only thing that amazes me is that I have already had over two gigs of updates to install. This is just amazing, a brand new operating system and the updates are literally non-stop. Makes no sense, but then it is Windows, so I guess it does make sense…

Well it is time to get moving, it is now 7:30 a.m. and I have things to do. Have a nice day…

Post by Kyle Keeton
Windows to Russia…

Pickled Beets and Sunday…

8 liters of pickled beets…

As in my first article above in the link. I pickled beets and some carrots. According to my grandma’s old recipe, they could be eaten on Sunday and only get better from there on out. Well?

They are so good…

I am forcing myself to only eat 6 chunks of beets and two chunks of carrots. I truly want to eat all 8 liters, but would not survive if I did. Between too much sugar and vinegar, I would be done in, but well preserved… 🙂

Purple mouth and fingers; Ooh Ya Yummy…

Post by Kyle Keeton
Windows to Russia…

8 liters of pickled beets…

Pickled beets...
Pickled beets…

I pickled 8 liters of beets, I still have 12 fresh beets left and they are for Sveta. The pickled beets are for me. I love pickled beets and will munch on these for several months, a little bit at a time. I have a recipe that pickles raw beets, that I got from my grandma, she would pickle them on Friday and by Sunday family lunch time, we would all eat liters (quarts) of raw cold produced pickled beets. They would last at least two months in the refrigerator (though with me around they never got past a week) and I would terrorize my sister with a purple mouth and hands…

I will only tell you that Apple Vinegar (murky brown, real unfiltered, unprocessed, Apple Vinegar, with the mother still floating around inside,) is a key ingredient and I made my own from the terrible apples in our yard. Just filter the “mother” out when ready to use…

So true to tradition, I made these beets Friday afternoon and this Sunday, I get to try them out. I also as an experiment, made 1 liter of pickled raw carrots. I still have five carrots left for eating and when Sveta comes…

My grandma would say, “Enough vinegar cures anything!” I would imagine it would, but it still goes bad, so be careful even with vinegar…

Have a nice day…

Posted by Kyle Keeton
Windows to Russia…

PS: Also in Russia be careful if you buy vinegar, for most vinegar is sold many times at the 80% to 90% level. My first experience with that was many years ago here and I got surprised real quick… Just a tidbit of information…

Duck season in Russia (or) Our village is a war zone……

Sunrise today in the village called Sunrise to Freedom, exploded with hundreds of shotguns going off and the game began, just as a shooting gallery in a carnival. As I expressed last year, I use to hunt avidly, but over the years and especially after seeing how Boza interacts with other animals, I just do not believe in it anymore…

So I decided to write this article this morning instead of walking right now. Boza is trying to crawl upon my lap and is scared to death, for the gunshots are steady fast and ducks are falling like rocks from the sky. It will slow down after today, but today is the day that all ducks who do not understand that humans are not that nice, will die…

I find it interesting that everyone talks about how Americans have so many guns, but I will tell you as a fact, Russian villagers have guns, maybe just shotguns and long rifles, but they have lots of ammo for these guns and they know how to use them…

One guy down in the valley is able to let off 15 rounds at a time, non stop, as he drops ducks all over the place. I can see him from the house and it is one of those drum type auto full auto shotguns. I would not want to be on the receiving end of him, if I tried to attack his country. It rained ducks this morning…

The ducks have been practice flying for weeks now. Mom and Dad duck have raised their kids and trained them to fly. Then the kids have practiced and practiced and practiced some more. Well that practice and flying in formation killed them this morning. They had no idea that guys with shotguns waited in the tall grasses, all around the lakes…

Oh well, it is what it is, but I really dislike that the ducks that I have come to know personally, to be killed….

I like ducks…

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These below are this morning as Boza and I walked…

I have to say something about the water issue again; after all I said yesterday, last night they filled the well, this morning 9 to 10 hours later the water is still running, it is flooding everywhere and as always, people prove my point. I went to get someone up to turn the water off and I found no one…

Then I realized, they are all out killing ducks and forgot about the well running. For you see, duck hunting is associated with getting drunk and Vova even told me that he can not hit a duck sober, but when drunk, he can hit them every time… 🙂

I think that sums up a huge portion of how humans look at life…

Pardon me while  I get a swimming pool and fill it with our drinking water, for otherwise it is just running in a stream down our hill and listen to the serenade of gunshots in the “Duck War,” as I soak in a bath of well water…

Posted by Kyle Keeton
Windows to Russia…

Work Early and Rain Now…

no workI knew the rain was coming and I also knew I had some things to get done. I woke up at 4 a.m. and grabbed a cup of coffee, the dog, the wheelbarrow, a shovel, what energy I could muster and went up the hill to a huge pile of crumbled brick, sand and dirt. Then I proceeded to bring three loads down to our house and finish the gate area. For as in all plans, I put the gate in a spot that was almost a hole. So you walked out my new gate and went down a foot or so. Kinda dumb on my part, but that is life…

This morning I corrected my mistake in placement and now it is not a mistake. It is just fine… 🙂

The last load Boza wanted to stay home, for he said he had worked enough, I looked at him and said, “Poor over worked doggy! Please stay in the yard and sleep while I go to the top of the mountain one more time!”

With that, I left and then after I was half way up the mountain (seemed like a mountain to me,) Boza started to make his little noises, I dropped everything in the middle of the road and went back to let him out with me, then he was happy and we got one last load of gravel dirt…

Good thing Boza came along, he was a big help and he found a kitty to chase…

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Now it is raining, as I knew it would. I watched the rain come for hours. In my world here in the village, we are at the highpoint in the whole valley and you can see forever, literally forever. I watched the clouds coming from the north and our world got darker and darker. It was sad to watch the sun being shoved aside for cold weather and rain…

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Thus, I am going to read a book. Work will wait for another day, it is dark and the type of rain that will according to the weather reports, last until tomorrow…

Yup it is good book time…

Posted by Kyle Keeton
Windows to Russia…

Beets and Carrots Harvested Today…

Thirty three huge beets and seven ugly gigantic carrots and I mean ugly. But, I ate one whole carrot yesterday, just as ugly and huge and it was as sweet as candy. They say, “Do not judge a book by its cover!”

33 beets and 7 carrots...
33 beets and 7 carrots…

I will most likely dig up a potato plant tomorrow and see what I got on my second attempt at growing a potato. If there is 28 potatoes again. I may have to find someone to take them. I just can not eat potatoes due to health reasons and I have eaten too many now. We will see…

Looks like the soil was too hard under the carrots and next year, I will make sure the carrot rows are extra deep in well worked soil. The beets were just fine, just as the onions were perfect. But carrots is something I have never grown successfully before and I call these ugly, but successful… 🙂

Carrots are not an issue, I will eat them everyday, but beets are an issue, for I have to pace myself with them. I am diabetic and beets and potatoes will bother me if I eat them too many and too fast. Potatoes a 100 times worse than beets, but beets will get me, occasionally… (Carrots do not, no matter how sweet they are?)

Time for borscht and carrot salad…

Posted by Kyle Keeton
Windows to Russia…

What a wonderful day…

The birds woke me up at 5 a.m. and they were singing to beat the band. A grouchy woodpecker was screaming at them to shut up and Boza and I went outside and hunted him down. We politely told him to shut up, for we like our songbirds and Mr. Woodpecker was not welcome. He screeched at us and flew away to go pick on someone else… 🙂

Purple PlumsThe weather is perfect this morning, 12 degrees centigrade and dry. I took the camera on the walk, but really I just walked and gawked. I did find three trees of almost ripe purple plums, but apples just did not happen this year and purple plums almost didn’t happen. I did find a bunch of yellow plums and no one but me seems to care about them. So I ate breakfast as I walked today. I will do the same for the next few days, as the yellow plums are perfect and everywhere…

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waterpumpI took Boza to my favorite spot to sit and watch the birds on the lake. I got up and left for I noticed an issue with the lake pump. It was whining and roaring. I took a picture of it and when I expanded it on the camera screen, I realized that the intake on the river side was almost blocked. and the pump would burn up soon, thus I took off to wake the guys at the fish house to fix it. I got all the way to the main road about two hundred meters and realized that Boza was not with me. I could see him still sitting and watching the birds. I walked back as silently as I could and snapped a picture of him, deep in thought and totally oblivious to the fact I had left…

Boza the thinker...

I do know that when he would realize I was gone, he would panic and when he does that, he makes a like pig like sound, a small faint squeal.  But today, he was totally absorbed in life on the lake. There was his favorite ducks and the fish were jumping all over. Boza never knew I had even left…

I had to call his name three times, before he realized someone was around. Boza loves nature and I have seen him do this for 15 to 20 minutes at a time and never move. All you see is his head moving to follow birds as they fly around. Boza loves birds and wants to fly…

That is my log seat and that is Boza’s spot as we watch the beautiful lake and wildlife…

Then Boza went with me and we woke the fish guys up. насос (nasos) is pump in Russian (I learned this word a few weeks ago, as I needed a fuel pump for the car!) and I repeated it and pointed down the road, they gathered the issue and one took off running in his skivvies. For these pumps are very expensive…

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It will be hot again today (I know 27 degrees Celsius is not hot to many of you, but when life is mostly mid teens temperature, it is hot,) therefore, I have work to do this morning and need to get going. Boza has straw bossing to do and I have to do what he says… 😉

Have a nice day and by the way, the hate comments have stopped, death threats, commie hate and many other nasty things has stopped. Burnzone, the new comment system, has really nipped the trash in the bud. I just make sure that bad words have been added to the list of moderation and anyone who is nice should be able to see their comment immediately. We lost the last few months comments and that seems to be the way it is…

Again have a nice day, for Boza and I will…

Posted by Kyle Keeton
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