Tomorrow Sveta at the Russian Village…

I am so happy, Sveta is taking the train from Moscow to the Big Village (6 hour ride) and I will pick her up and bring her to our humble abode in the Tiny Village. The snow is blowing and it got to about -6 last night. Right now it is -1 and as I said, “Summer is gone!”

I cooked a skillet meal last night on the old wood stove. Just a single medium potato, one small onion, salt, pepper, garlic and some salami. The kettle started to boil and I made tea, about the time the tea was drank, the skillet was sizzling and after stirring twice, it was done. More hot tea and a bowl full of yummy…

I had to seal the facet better on the sink and I need to get a stopper so that I can fill the sink to do dishes better. The water is hot and this morning it really felt good to wash up with hot water. That is a luxury for me. I moved the mirror inside and now all personal care that was done outside is now inside. It is cold people…

I looked out the window not long ago and saw the neighbours home. They are not there, but the image shows what is happening outside, thus Boza and I are snug as a bug in a rug. We also have a little guest, he or she ate a pretzel I dropped and now has gotten brave enough to show itself. Going to nip that issue in the bud real quick. Mice and I do not get along. Now Boza does not care, he just watches while they eat his food… 🙂

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.