It is hot. Part of the reason I couldn't sleep well during the night hours is because it is so hot in our bedroom. Plenty of heat in there. Mel turns on the fan and it blows in his face and on my back. My back is cold, the rest of me is blazing hot. Will have to take off the one blanket and just use the bedspread and sheet again. Maybe just the sheet. Not sure I can open the window/fortichka (little window). The camper was in the mid-50's every night - just right for sleeping. Our bedroom is in the mid-70's. Yuck.
Most of my plants are dead. All of the fish are dead and my pond and fountain have been stacked in the office room. Sad. Fortunately my cat is not dead. She is sitting on my shoulder right now, causing me to sweat even more. I'd say she loves me, but I have scratches on my hand that say, no, she just wants to be warmer. I am sorry about my plants. I loved my plants. Babied them along for a couple years and ... poof! They are almost all dead or dying. Will baby these along and see if I can save what is left and possibly one will come back that looks dead. I think they were watered with unfiltered water, even tho I requested filtered water. Our water has so many salts and minerals in it that it is undrinkable and coats everything with a layer of white mineral. However, they could have just not been watered at all for awhile. Time will tell.
I am not sure I will resurrect my fountain and pond. Will have to think about it. Believe it or not, there is an emotional part of this playing into the decision. Sometimes I think - no, I know - I am too emotional, too attached to things. I can easily let things go IF I make the decision to let them go. However, if they are taken away from me one way or the other - well, not so easy. Funny, I am not usually attached to things. I wonder if this attachment came trying to not be so attached and full of pain in leaving my kids and Stirling last time we came back to Ukraine? A substitute of some kind? They were just fish and a little pond after all.
I think I should rename my blog The Reluctant Missionary. I don't feel like a very good missionary. I came back to Ukraine this time, mentally and emotionally kicking and screaming inside. "Don't wanna go! Don't wanna go! I wanna stay home with my family!!" A lot of soul searching, a lot of counting the cost this time, and I can't say I am very happy with the cost or with myself. I told Nadia, our driver's wife, that this time "I followed my husband" and she knew exactly what I was saying. She asked, I answered, she understood. Women understand things like this.
I am so tired I feel like I could fall on my face at any moment and just start snoring. Tried to lie down for awhile about 10 a.m. but 2 or 3 cups of coffee somewhere in the wee hours of the morning are keeping me awake now. I need to stay up until at least 9 pm. 9 or 10 hours from now....
Have a load of laundry in the washer. Told Mel that the laundromat is sure a lot easier and he laughed. It's true. Also easier to hang the clean clothes out to dry at my parents because they will be dry in just a few hours (unless it's raining or snowing of course). Here it could take several days to dry them. Will have to get the drying rack out and put it up in the bedroom beside that oh, too hot radiator. Should get them dry faster. Need to remember to check and make sure the water is actually draining out in the sink and not on the floor and flooding the downstairs neighbor.... ha ha. Have done that way too many times over the years.
Mel went to the store. Many years ago I read a story about a honeymoon couple. The new husband went to the store to pick up a bottle of wine and never came back, killed somehow, and the new bride had no idea what had happened to him. Sometimes when Mel leaves I get a panicky feeling like something is going to happen to him like that. Ukraine or the States, doesn't matter. I'll be a bit nervous today until he comes back in the door. Weird, I know, but true. Oh! He's back! Yea!
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