Sometimes, I push myself too hard and too long. It has been this way all my life. It is who I am…
I went to the Big Village – I was on a quest that failed. I needed to get a part for the well at our Tiny Russian Village and after every store that might have it; I was told time and time again, “No! Only Ryazan!”
Ryazan is half way back to Moscow and in my world that is a long ways, when on foot, bus or train. My energy levels were depleted and I felt myself grinding to a halt…
So I sat at the bus stop for an hour…
The image to the right is a fire drill of one of the local governmental buildings. Bad camera, but it was interesting to watch this little community go all out and practice for a fire. The people working there all filed outside as per instructions. One lady in charge of all of the people had a bullhorn and was barking orders at everyone else. (She enjoyed her job!) The ambulance arrived first, but I saw he cheated, he was sitting down the road waiting for the call. The Fire Truck had to come from the center of town, the main Fire Department is located there…
A bunch of newbie police guys were part of the evacuation and had to do what the boss lady told them to do, so they stood around with the governmental workers from the building. Then the lady in charge, (little did he know at the time) grabbed one of the cops and literally pushed him into the snow. She started to bullhorn about an injured man and out came the paramedics to save his life. The Firemen where unrolling hoses and the paramedics were carrying on a stretcher the dying, by being beat up by Boss Lady, guy!
I had a front row seat to it all and it was fun to watch…. Oh, and the cop lived, the Boss lady was very happy, the paramedics did their job and the Fire Department had to clean the whole mess up. Then everyone went back to work and once again, crises was averted… 😉
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I sat there and was a bit grumpy, my brain was on an old saying, “Podunk-town!”
Actually I live in a Podunk-town and Big Village is a massive metropolis in comparison. I also know that we have an ancient archaic system out at our well in the Tiny Russian Village, but still, it is my home and the Big Village failed me. Podunk-Town it is then. 😉
Thus, I came home empty handed!
But Vova is going to try to get a friend of a friend of a friend, who knows someone in Ryazan and when they come to the Big Village hopefully bring the part with them. Lets hope that they can. We need water, melting snow is not as fun as filling a bucket from the well. See there; I am, being a big baby bear! 🙂
I like modern conveniences also…
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But that all aside…
I finally hit the wall! I remember taking my nightly pills, I remember Boza needing to do doggy business at 2 a.m., I remember at one point Svetochka called ?, I remember eating something, I remember posting an article by John Stanton (Not sure how I did that, better check it!) and in between, I slept and slept, then about 9 a.m. this morning, I came to life. I slept the longest that I have slept in a very long time…
Living in a Tiny Russian Village and or any place like it in the whole world is sometimes hard work. Life is unforgiving and you have to weigh and measure all you do. It is called survival, but I could afford to let down my guard somewhat. The winter is leaving, it is warming up, the snow is melting and no longer does a fire have to be tended to 24 hours a day and it is kinda nice…
So I slept a good sleep, here in the Tiny Russian Village…
WtR