The Outhouse roof survived and a cup of coffee…

imagesWell Mother Nature tested my roof I repaired yesterday and last night. It stormed to beat the band and if it survived what we had last night it will survive most anything that we have for weather around here. Boza and I even went out in the middle of the storm and got into the outhouse, closed the door and with a flashlight, I checked for leaks. Not a drop of water dripped inside, well except where it was forced through the cracks in between the wall boards, but I do not count that…

It got down to around 10 degrees last night and right now it is 15 degrees Celsius at about 10:00 a.m. and an extra cup of coffee is in order for today. I just love this summer weather… 🙂

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Lighter colored panels are the newest old panels…

Starting today, I am going to fix the roof on our mudroom as I call it. The back part leaks terrible and I have just enough old roof panels with a roll of tar paper, to try to fix that roof also. It has to be, for the back side of the mudroom is unusable for normal storage, it is just too wet…

That project will start today and may take me a week or so. I will not get in a hurry, for my heart just gets upset with me and then I lose days of work anyway from getting sick. It is a reality that I have to live with and I am trying to my best to adjust to that reality. It is not easy, for I spent my life, getting things done and getting them done now…

Update: I added an image and decided to stop for the day. The old panels are a different style, but I was able to make them seal together good enough. I was also able to get a self tapping screw into each panel at least once if not twice. I am stopping because I refuse to end up spending two days in bed for no other reason, than my stupidity. I could finish the roof today, but I actually got half of the roof that needs to be done, done. I feel good and will drink some kvas, then go try to get some pictures of the elusive eagle that taunts me, when I do not have a camera. You should have seen how close he was as I worked on the roof, it was as if I could hear him laugh at me, as he knew I did not have a camera… 😉

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The lake has been being filled non stop for three days now. They are checking the fish this morning to see how they are doing and still pumping water into the lake as I write this. It is at the highest level that I have ever seen it and it looks like they will keep filling it. I am just watching and learning, for that is what we should all do. They are the experts on fish farming and I try to understand what they do, when they do it, by studying what they do…

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It is strange this year in the village, only half the people who were here last year at this time are here now. It is June and summer is very short in Russia, thus; Where are the people? Last year they were everywhere…

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I am hoping that the truck with supplies shows up today, (I counted 10 total people at the truck today with supplies, thus I am able to ignore the big village this weekend and the black bread that I got off the truck is just plain delicious and still warm. Oh My! I ran home and layered some real butter on it and said, “Oh My!” ) for I am in no mood to travel to town this weekend and I need some basic supplies. I will know by noon and maybe I will snap a few pictures of the truck, but it seems I have to do some serious thinking about a camera. My big camera is fantastic, but it is just that, BIG! I have nothing else that does the job anymore as a small camera. The old Kodak of Sveta’s has lost its battery completely and therefore, I need a camera that fits into my pocket. The camera on my cell phone just sucks and while it is the toughest waterproof phone I have ever had, it takes terrible pictures. Got to do something, for my tablet has a great camera, but kinda hard to carry around…

Thinking time…

Have a nice day…

Post by Kyle Keeton
Windows to Russia…

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A survivor of six heart attacks and a brain tumor, a grumpy bear of a man, whom has declared Russia as his new and wonderful home. His wife is a true Russian Sweet Pea of a girl and she puts up with this bear of a guy and keeps him in line. Thank God for my Sweet Pea and Russia.