My hands are sore. I got a lot done yesterday. From digging post holes, repairing roofing, adding a overhang on to the back porch, painting, to building a table…
Therefore, that coffee this morning is wonderful. Up at 4 a.m. as par for the course and at five outside sipping coffee and thinking about what I need to do today…
Right now I will take a walk after I finish this post and my coffee. The walk finishes what the coffee started, getting my body and brain jump started…
On the way to the outhouse this morning a dozen birdbrains were sitting on the outhouse roof. They all started to scream at me to supply food for them…
What? Do I look like Big Bird from Sesame Street? Do I look like I regurgitate dead bugs or something?
They must think so…
I did my bear business and they skittered around on the roof of the outhouse, like a bunch of elephants and made for interesting business time…
Vova is trying to get a party together for today and I am sure he will want me to be there. Yesterday, he showed me some small sturgeon that he had gotten and for Vova that is better than a room full of gold…
Oh well!
Just another day in the Tiny Russian Village. (TRV)
WtR