I sometimes feel that Svetochka wishes I would not go to the Tiny Russian Village. Then many times I know she wants me to. I am deteriorating in Moscow. My feet are hurting, my arthritis is out of hand and my ability to walk has been cut in half. I also run a fever from arthritis that I do not deal with in the village. Yesterday I ran a 38.5 temperature. That is 101.3 for Americans. I do not run this temperature in the village. I hurt from arthritis, but I do not suffer like in Moscow…
It is a strange phenomenon, but it is real and I have written about this issue several times. I can walk for hours in the village, but I am down to short walks in Moscow, all due to pain. The difference in conditions is a big deal to me. My body talks to me as I try to survive in Moscow Russia, as my body remembers the village, it rebels…
I love Moscow, but Moscow seems to not love me at times…
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Therefore, Svetochka and I need to make a few trips to some big shopping areas and stock up on food and stuff. Sveta already got our seed potatoes and I need to get them planted. I have all my seeds necessary for all the other plants and maybe we need to get a few tomato plants to see how they do…
I am waiting for a reconditioned cellphone to arrive; Samsung S5620 Monte: I ordered it from Aliexpress (dirt cheap) and it has a great camera and fantastic GPS system. I need the GPS for walking in the woods and not get lost. The camera will allow me to record my escapades and not have to carry extra items as I walk with Boza…
It has been reconditioned and I know from past experiences that it is a good phone. We will see, for I am a phone killer and can match the best of them at any given time… 😉
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Thus today I will walk the dog again and take a nap. I am running a 37.4 fever right now and also have developed a sore throat. Normal for me in Moscow. The weather is simply terrible and my arthritis is on a rampage. I most likely need to take another round of steroid shots, a series of shots I give myself to help my arthritis and it does help. It has been a few years now and I can feel the need to do it again. It is really no fun, yet it does help…
Ouch darn needles…
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Vova, from the village has been calling and begging Svetochka not to keep me in Moscow. He wants me to come back home to the village. Nice to be missed! I am missed when I am in the village and missed when I am in Moscow. Sveta counts the most though, but Sveta is also seeing that my fever has come back and walking has become a chore…
Time to get back to the village…
WtR