Boza and I walked in the snow this morning, so dark and so cold! The shortest day (December Solstice (Winter Solstice)) is coming of the whole year; right now sunrise is 8:26 and sunset is 15:55 and the shortest day (December 22nd, 2015) will be about 9:00 to 16:00, almost exactly a seven hour day time. That is when the days start getting longer again…
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In the exceeding darkness, Boza and I keep our walks closer to home. There is a bunch of foxes and wild boars around and an occasional wolf. Sveta, the last time she was here, found wolf prints and took some images. They are five times as big as Boza prints and the wolf stayed just shy of going through the village in search of tidbits to eat. I followed the tracks and he ended up crossing the lake bed several times instead of the village. He was following deer tracks and stayed very close to those tracks, even as they crossed into several other lake beds…
Wolf on the left and Boza on the right!
Therefore, back to the subject; if the car starts, the lord willing and the creek don’t rise (better yet the snow don’t pile up) I will leave about 9 a.m. and drive to the Big Village. Boza will stay nice and comfy in the village home and I will brave the elements of life… 🙂
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Looks like in about a week Sveta will come by train. I then will travel again to the Big Village and pick her up. She has picked a perfect time to come down, for the weather is going to soften considerably and be near zero instead of deep freeze cold. Sveta is a good girl and I am blessed to have such a sweetie who loves me. Christmas will be the whole family in the village…
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I just heard a deep sigh and it brought me out of my concentration; as I looked around, I found a Boza had sneaked upon our bed. He knows better, but sometimes, I do not have the heart to send him away. He is sound asleep. The image is dark, for I have only one reading lamp on and it is very dark outside. Sveta will kick my butt, but…. sometimes I just do not have the heart to bother him, as he sleeps so soundly, besides, his left eye has been bothering him. Looks like he got some weeds in the face/eye issue and I may have to use the black tea wash that I used two summers ago, It worked and I will be watching him today…
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Well it is time for me to get going. It is after 8 a.m. and I have to see if the car starts and gather up what I need to go to the Big Village. Really, I have more than enough food and I am going to get more food for Boza. I like to spend the money where it counts and buy all I can locally. Since local means going to the Big Village, because we do not have a store, nor people and or anything out here in the boonies. I buy local even if it costs more and actually many times it is the same price. Food is no higher than in Moscow, but textiles are better priced in Moscow…
Boil a frog…
One last set of words; being on the outside of America reminds me of that image I saw of a slowly boiling frog in a pot of water. The fact is, if you raise the temperature slow enough to reach boiling water. The frog will sit there and die while being cooked to death…
I watch America and the country is full of frogs, all fat, happy and sassy, while the water is starting to heat up under them. There is so much chaos in America, lets not even talk about the whole Western Empire, that, everyone is sitting in their pot of starting to boil water, in front of their TV’s and behind their screens of their devices that they do not even see; that all the distractions are to keep them from jumping out of the pot as they boil…
Have a nice day…
Kyle Keeton
Windows to Russia (WtR)