There is a Russian Babushka as I walk deep into the woods…

Kinda boring in a way, yet surprising also at times…

So I walked deep into the woods today. I was so proud of myself and thought, “Man, I am doing great and getting in shape!”

The tracks I am following will end up smack crossing into Moscow City itself, if I keep going…

Then deep into the woods, no one around for kilometers. The squirrels were tossing acorns from the oaks at me. The silence was wonderful. The snow was falling light and with no wind and I was positive I had found a place that I could yell and act stupid and no one would know I was stupid and…

There was a babushka walking the baby in the woods…

No other paths leading away from where I stood for kilometers in any direction but forward and or backwards. This babushka was walking the baby as if she was next to their home. Freezing weather, snowing and squirrels tossing acorns at all who dare venture this far out….even the chickadees were telling me that I am so far away from civilization itself…

When I got around to passing her, she was probably almost 80 years old. (Russians believe strongly that children/babies need to be outside in all weather!)

Sorry I gotta go….I have a bunch of walking to do, to get so that I can push a baby around in a stroller carriage when I get to 80 + years old….most likely 10 kilometers from her home…

WtR

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kKeeton

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 Russian and she puts up with this bear of a man and keeps him in line...Thank God for my sweetie and Russia.

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