I have a few critters here in our flat. Some I do not want to show you - like the spider I tried and tried to kill a couple days ago but it escaped me anyway, through a crack between the window and window frame. Or the ants in the kitchen that come and go now and then. Or the flies. Oh what the heck... I have photos of them all! Why don't I show them to you? :) :) :)
My cat, Cheyenne, sunning herself in the doorway to the balcony, in the morning before it gets too hot. Her fur is a little scruffy in this photo - she's lost a lot of fur this summer due to the heat, I think. Also, she's an Old Lady Cat now, 12.5 years old! Hard to believe, but true.
Supervising my last weaving project, which still is not completely finished, so I haven't posted about it yet, but I will! She has her own little pillow to sit/lay on while she makes sure I'm doing it all correctly.
My goopies! The Russian pronunciation of guppies. :) :) Yes, I finally broke down and bought 3. Two females and one male. Aren't they pretty? (I had to darken the photo, tho, to bring out the colors because through the water they look rather pale and gray. Also, you can't see the male's tale in this photo - it's orange and black and much larger than the female's tails. Just regular, normal guppies like at your local pet store in America.)
And yes, they do reproduce. They also eat their young. :( But this one has survived so far!
They are really hard to photograph, darting here and there, somewhat scared of me still. I think there might be one other one in there right now, but I also am pretty sure that when I went to feed them this morning that I saw one of the females eat one. So...who knows how many babies are really in there? :)
We've only had one dragonfly in the flat this summer, not like the hordes we had a couple of summers ago! Maybe because the balcony door has been closed much of the summer due to the heat and high humidity?
Flies, flies, flies. Everywhere on the underside of the window bars in the bedroom window. So weird. They 'rest' there for long parts of the day. Sometimes they come in through the open window and rest inside. I could only see one today however, but this is what they do: I like it when they stay outside. It is interesting to see them there sometimes. I've counted up to 13, some in groups of 2 or 3, others in a line, and some just here and there.
Ants! Yes, we have ants, especially in the spring. Oh my! They were all over the flat at one point. I'd be sitting here at the desk and realize an ant was crawling up my arm. Only found them in the bedroom once, but they are in the livingroom (we eat there) and of course, all over the kitchen. I did take a photo of them on the trash can, but you don't want to see that one. :) :) This is the kitchen wall, and I think that is a tiny piece of frozen spinach they found. After I took this photo, the poor little things just slowly slipped back down the wall a couple inches. I felt sorry for them and left. I have no idea if they ever made it UP the wall, where they were trying to go when I so rudely interrupted them.
This photo was from May. They are mostly gone again now. I wonder where they come from? I wonder where they go? I have no idea. I've tried to find where their trail ends, but it seems to be behind the cupboard - maybe through a nail hole into the wall? The walls are made of stone "bricks" that have holes like very hole-y Swiss cheese (less weight in multi-story buildings). I always think of the ants in Proverbs when I see them, and try to remember that I'm supposed to be like them.
And of course, there are the birds that come and sit on the balcony bars and clothesline, or even on the windowsill and peek in at me, too. :) This is one, another one actually poked his little head up over the window sill and looked me over real good before flying away. Others have sat on the bars and watched me. Should I be scared of The Birds? :) :) haha!
Spider alert!!!! If you don't like spiders, don't scroll down!
Ok, I did not get a photo of the spider, did not even think of taking one (but I should so I can identify it!!). But here is it's web - I did take a photo of the web the day before, in the sunlight. Left it so I could hopefully find the spider and kill it. The web is gone now, the spider, unfortunately, is not. :(
Yikes! I finally really looked at this photo and what do I see???? The spider!!! Took 2 photos and it's in both of them, but this is the best picture. Do you know what kind it is? Ei yi yi. Gives me 'the creep out' just looking at it!! I've got to kill it.
Ooops! Almost forgot this guy, a victim of the spider who lives between the windows in the office room (the other one was the livingroom spider - I have got to clean between the windows again!!! but I can't in the livingroom until the a/c unit is put away for the winter.) He appeared overnight in the window.
PS - Am I nuts???
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Street Market, Kiev, Ukraine, September 10, 2011
Showing posts with label cat. Show all posts
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Saturday, August 20, 2011
Wednesday, May 04, 2011
A Walk on the Wild Side
On the way to the post office today, this cat was quite intent on Mel's intentions. :-) Can you see me up here? Here I am! Watching a guy play fetch with his German Shepherd. Silly dog, just look at him! Birdy, birdy on the street, hope a kitty cat you don't meet! Cool and the gang - or maybe, Boyz in the 'hood - or maybe, the Three Musketeers! (Unfortunately, the beautiful yellow kitty in the back has a severe case of mange or something :( and has lost all the fur on his neck and chest.)Snoozin' on a lazy afternoon. Hey, who's that behind me? Leave my tail alone! Waiting. Watching. Thinking. Ignoring (but I know you are there!). What. Is. Your. Problem?? That tree back there belongs to me. Don't believe me? Just take a sniff! Then you'll know I'm King Kitty Kat around here! How many doggies are there? Fooled you! There are five! :-) And mama dog was howling (howling!!!) at me as I took the photos from across the street. Kind of like "Go away and leave my puppies alone!"
Friday, March 11, 2011
Bits 'n Pieces
Last night Lyena and Valentina came over again. I made chicken noodle soup and pineapple upside down cake. We talked Sunday School, life in general and then Lyena had several questions for Mel. I think she likes to come over specifically because she can ask Mel some of the many, many questions she has from her scripture reading. :-) The food is nice, and the conversation about Sunday School (she's what I grew up calling the "Sunday School Superintendent" at church) is good - but really, what she wants is to ask questions. weigh the answers a bit and then talk some more. She has some of the deepest questions! It's wonderful. And it's also wonderful that Valentina - our translator - has the background now and understanding of Biblical things to really be able translate well.
Lyena has made a profession of faith and is a member of the church. Valentina never has. She translates for Melinda weekly in the Women's Bible Study, has for many years. Now she is also translating for me in Sunday School and on Thursday nights. Oh, how I pray that Valentina will make a profession, a public profession of faith!! My biggest concern for her is Hebrews 6 and apostasy. If you pray - pray for Valentina. Please.
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I'm getting sick again. I can't believe this. My nose has been running like crazy all day. In fact, I woke up around 5 am this morning, and knew then that I might be getting sick. Bummer. That's not woke me up, tho. No, what woke me up was Cheyenne.
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Cheyenne decided that the last cookie in the cookie container on the table was hers and she was going to have it, come loud noises, earthquakes or high water! :-) I woke up to the sound of her dropping the hard plastic container onto the floor and then hitting it around and probably gnawing on the corners, trying to get it open. I knew immediately what was happening and jumped out of bed, came into the livingroom and rescued the cookie.
Ok, ok. Let's tell that story correctly, shall we? ! ?
I woke up to the sound of her dropping the hard plastic container onto the floor and then hitting it around and probably gnawing on the corners, trying to get it open. (so far so good) I knew immediately what was happening (also true - why can I awake and know immediately where I am and what is going on around me, but when I get up, a dense fog descends upon my brain???) and I tossed back the covers, groaned as I put my legs over the side of the bed, creaked my way into a standing position, and then blindly (no contacts) hobbled out into the livingroom where I searched in vain in the very early morning light for the elusive cookie container. Not finding the container, I stated to the room in general, because I couldn't see Cheyenne either, "I know what you are doing, rotten little cat!!" And then I hobbled my way back into the bedroom, gently laid myself onto the bed, pulled the covers back up and went immediately back to sleep.
Mel rescued the cookie, in the container, out from under the table this morning (our diningroom is also our livingroom). Cookie was fine and is now put away where it belongs, like I should have done to it last night. :-) I know Cheyenne loves cookies - and bread - and they are not safe unless high up and behind doors. I just didn't want to walk 5 yards into the kitchen again. Lazy last night me!
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My Russian tutor will be here in about 15 minutes. I should go. It may not be a long lesson today, we'll see.
Lyena has made a profession of faith and is a member of the church. Valentina never has. She translates for Melinda weekly in the Women's Bible Study, has for many years. Now she is also translating for me in Sunday School and on Thursday nights. Oh, how I pray that Valentina will make a profession, a public profession of faith!! My biggest concern for her is Hebrews 6 and apostasy. If you pray - pray for Valentina. Please.
I'm getting sick again. I can't believe this. My nose has been running like crazy all day. In fact, I woke up around 5 am this morning, and knew then that I might be getting sick. Bummer. That's not woke me up, tho. No, what woke me up was Cheyenne.
Cheyenne decided that the last cookie in the cookie container on the table was hers and she was going to have it, come loud noises, earthquakes or high water! :-) I woke up to the sound of her dropping the hard plastic container onto the floor and then hitting it around and probably gnawing on the corners, trying to get it open. I knew immediately what was happening and jumped out of bed, came into the livingroom and rescued the cookie.
Ok, ok. Let's tell that story correctly, shall we? ! ?
I woke up to the sound of her dropping the hard plastic container onto the floor and then hitting it around and probably gnawing on the corners, trying to get it open. (so far so good) I knew immediately what was happening (also true - why can I awake and know immediately where I am and what is going on around me, but when I get up, a dense fog descends upon my brain???) and I tossed back the covers, groaned as I put my legs over the side of the bed, creaked my way into a standing position, and then blindly (no contacts) hobbled out into the livingroom where I searched in vain in the very early morning light for the elusive cookie container. Not finding the container, I stated to the room in general, because I couldn't see Cheyenne either, "I know what you are doing, rotten little cat!!" And then I hobbled my way back into the bedroom, gently laid myself onto the bed, pulled the covers back up and went immediately back to sleep.
Mel rescued the cookie, in the container, out from under the table this morning (our diningroom is also our livingroom). Cookie was fine and is now put away where it belongs, like I should have done to it last night. :-) I know Cheyenne loves cookies - and bread - and they are not safe unless high up and behind doors. I just didn't want to walk 5 yards into the kitchen again. Lazy last night me!
My Russian tutor will be here in about 15 minutes. I should go. It may not be a long lesson today, we'll see.
Tuesday, February 08, 2011
Morning Bits 'n Pieces
Good morning, world!
Ok, it's 11:00am - I just felt like saying that right now.
I braved the kalunka this morning and took a very short shower without Mel in the flat to protect me should the water pressure drop or the kalunka decide to explode. I feel so brave! And clean. Ha! I do not like taking showers when Mel is gone.
Have I mentioned here that Mel is gone? I'm not sure. He's in L'viv right now but will be back sometime tomorrow. City Team Leaders meeting. He left Sunday afternoon.
It was 75 degrees in the bedroom this morning when I woke up. Yuck. I had the fan going all night, as usual. I can't believe people like sleeping in their own sweat. One night it's 65 in there because it's almost zero outside. A couple nights later it's 75. How many blankets should there be on our bed? I have one right now, but mostly it was kicked off last night. Cheyenne loves the heat. She is not real happy that I have the bedroom fortichka open as well as the balcony door right now. It's 75 here at the computer, in the mid-40's outside. Of course, everyone is bundled up like it's -25 out on the street. I only have my heavy winter coat here right now, so when I go out I'm going to be drenched in sweat again. Hmmm - maybe I do have a windbreaker over there somewhere. Will have to dig around and see if I can find it.
Stream of conscience writing this morning.
Listening to Keith and Krystin Getty Awaken the Dawn again.
Am in the mood to embroider today, so I think the blanket will be on the menu for this afternoon or evening.
Last night I talked with Kara, John and Eithnee (yes, Eithnee and I had a conversation - I talked and she made interesting sounds and stared at the computer screen and waved at me off and on). Mel and I bought her a little pink horse to rock on before we left for her birthday (that is not an easy sentence to understand, I'm sure. haha) Kara said she loves it. When she opened it she wouldn't let anyone get it out of the box, started yelling and crying until she had it back. Last night she'd just tumbled off it again before they came on-line. Good thing it's not very big and the floor is carpeted. :-) She played with her mylar balloon about half the time we talked. In fact, it really sounded like she said "balloon" when John gave it to her. She's not saying a whole lot yet, and she's not walking yet, which is probably a good thing at this point. Well, I say she's not saying a whole lot, but that's not true. She talks all the time! She just doesn't say words.
Kara said that Stirling was thrilled about her birthday - wanted to decorate everything and buy her lots of presents. I'm so glad to hear that. I was quite concerned about jealousy issues since his birthday is not for several more months. However, he really does love his baby sister and tries to take good care of her. Oh, there are times, for sure, when the sibling rivalry shines forth in all it's ugliness, but most of the time he really is careful of her and for her. This is very good.
The arthritis in my thumbs is really acting up the past couple of days. Mom gave me some emu oil creame that has MSM and glucosomine in it and it works very well. I also take a new pain pill for the arthritis I have all over my body. For some reason it is only mildly effective on my thumbs. The emu oil creame helps a lot. Just one more thing that makes me long for my new body and heaven.
Ok, all for now. Off to the store to buy my poor starving cat some cat food (or so she thinks - she still has a few crumbs in her bowl, but she is insisting that I put more food in it. The big pieces. Not those little crumbs. sheesh. What a demanding cat.) I do not like shopping while Mel is gone. Actually, I do not like Mel being gone at all. :) But shopping - that means I have to carry everything home by myself. I'm such a wimp.
Oh! Oh! I'd better hurry! The SUN IS SHINING!!!!!. I don't want to miss it!! I can even see some blue sky out there right now. Wow!!!!!!!!!
Ok, it's 11:00am - I just felt like saying that right now.
I braved the kalunka this morning and took a very short shower without Mel in the flat to protect me should the water pressure drop or the kalunka decide to explode. I feel so brave! And clean. Ha! I do not like taking showers when Mel is gone.
Have I mentioned here that Mel is gone? I'm not sure. He's in L'viv right now but will be back sometime tomorrow. City Team Leaders meeting. He left Sunday afternoon.
It was 75 degrees in the bedroom this morning when I woke up. Yuck. I had the fan going all night, as usual. I can't believe people like sleeping in their own sweat. One night it's 65 in there because it's almost zero outside. A couple nights later it's 75. How many blankets should there be on our bed? I have one right now, but mostly it was kicked off last night. Cheyenne loves the heat. She is not real happy that I have the bedroom fortichka open as well as the balcony door right now. It's 75 here at the computer, in the mid-40's outside. Of course, everyone is bundled up like it's -25 out on the street. I only have my heavy winter coat here right now, so when I go out I'm going to be drenched in sweat again. Hmmm - maybe I do have a windbreaker over there somewhere. Will have to dig around and see if I can find it.
Stream of conscience writing this morning.
Listening to Keith and Krystin Getty Awaken the Dawn again.
Am in the mood to embroider today, so I think the blanket will be on the menu for this afternoon or evening.
Last night I talked with Kara, John and Eithnee (yes, Eithnee and I had a conversation - I talked and she made interesting sounds and stared at the computer screen and waved at me off and on). Mel and I bought her a little pink horse to rock on before we left for her birthday (that is not an easy sentence to understand, I'm sure. haha) Kara said she loves it. When she opened it she wouldn't let anyone get it out of the box, started yelling and crying until she had it back. Last night she'd just tumbled off it again before they came on-line. Good thing it's not very big and the floor is carpeted. :-) She played with her mylar balloon about half the time we talked. In fact, it really sounded like she said "balloon" when John gave it to her. She's not saying a whole lot yet, and she's not walking yet, which is probably a good thing at this point. Well, I say she's not saying a whole lot, but that's not true. She talks all the time! She just doesn't say words.
Kara said that Stirling was thrilled about her birthday - wanted to decorate everything and buy her lots of presents. I'm so glad to hear that. I was quite concerned about jealousy issues since his birthday is not for several more months. However, he really does love his baby sister and tries to take good care of her. Oh, there are times, for sure, when the sibling rivalry shines forth in all it's ugliness, but most of the time he really is careful of her and for her. This is very good.
The arthritis in my thumbs is really acting up the past couple of days. Mom gave me some emu oil creame that has MSM and glucosomine in it and it works very well. I also take a new pain pill for the arthritis I have all over my body. For some reason it is only mildly effective on my thumbs. The emu oil creame helps a lot. Just one more thing that makes me long for my new body and heaven.
Ok, all for now. Off to the store to buy my poor starving cat some cat food (or so she thinks - she still has a few crumbs in her bowl, but she is insisting that I put more food in it. The big pieces. Not those little crumbs. sheesh. What a demanding cat.) I do not like shopping while Mel is gone. Actually, I do not like Mel being gone at all. :) But shopping - that means I have to carry everything home by myself. I'm such a wimp.
Oh! Oh! I'd better hurry! The SUN IS SHINING!!!!!. I don't want to miss it!! I can even see some blue sky out there right now. Wow!!!!!!!!!
Saturday, November 07, 2009
Photo Time!
Sitting warm and cozy on the heating pipes next to a school yard on a dreary autumn day. 
Egyptian Dust Storm
These winds sometimes blow north and east all the way to Ukraine. It has been very windy the past several days. I wish this photo, or others like it, would show where this dust actually ends up at. As it is - I often wonder where this dust on our shelves comes from. And since I have been sneezing and dripping for 4 or 5 days now, especially while I'm cleaning something, but I have not other cold symptoms...I assume I am very allergic to something in this dust! Camel dung? Palm tree pollen? ??? Who knows!
One week of not dusting produces this on my shelves, and the first one was behind glass doors!
These winds sometimes blow north and east all the way to Ukraine. It has been very windy the past several days. I wish this photo, or others like it, would show where this dust actually ends up at. As it is - I often wonder where this dust on our shelves comes from. And since I have been sneezing and dripping for 4 or 5 days now, especially while I'm cleaning something, but I have not other cold symptoms...I assume I am very allergic to something in this dust! Camel dung? Palm tree pollen? ??? Who knows!One week of not dusting produces this on my shelves, and the first one was behind glass doors!
Tuesday, September 01, 2009
Summer of the Dragonfly
Can you see them both? 
It's not even 10:45 in the morning and we already have 2 new dragonflies in our livingroom.
Poor Cheyenne. My poor plants! When Cheyenne is hunting, nothing gets in her way - plants, photos, people.
This last little guy bit the dust yesterday. I just found him on the floor. So, we have 3 in our flat right now, actually there are 3 dead ones in the trash basket beside the desk, so that makes a total of 5 now - 2 alive and 3 dead. Two dead ones were taken out in the trash yesterday. I'm going to have to find a screen for the door to the balcony - yet, both the window in the kitchen and the window in the bedroom are open, too.
I wish it would rain! Then maybe they would stop coming in here.
I'm glad they don't go straight into the pond - then I would have one very wet, very mad cat, shaking water all over the flat, and possibly fish flopping around all over the floor, too, and a broken fountain. Oh my! I am sure they smell the water and are searching for it. But where are they coming from??? The river is far from here. Maybe some of the private houses in the nearby areas also have outdoor ponds and fountains?? They sell them now at Nova Linea and other garden places. I don't know.
I just feel sorry for these little guys - searching and searching for water, then trapped in here. I can't catch them to put them back out like I would a wasp or bee. Maybe I need to see about getting a big net of some kind - but then, I'd just make a bigger mess than Cheyenne does! :-}
Oh, I have to make such difficult decisions!
Oh, my life is just so exciting!
Ha ha!
update
This is #3 today. I heard it making it's buzzing noise but thought it was one of the first 2. I thought maybe it was in the window because Cheyenne raced over there. Nope. I had to search a bit, but then I saw it. I looked over at the wall and the first 2 were still clinging to the wall over there.
What to do, what to do! The fan was on, so I turned it off. Came into the office, grabbed my camera again and a pencil. When the fan totally quit spinning, I put the pencil in between the wires and gently moved the dragonfly up far enough that he could escape backwards. He did - and immediately flew back out the door. Whew!
Actually, now that I think about it - maybe these are females looking for a place to lay their eggs. A source of water. I'm going to have to look up dragonflies and find out more about them.
It's not even 10:45 in the morning and we already have 2 new dragonflies in our livingroom.
I wish it would rain! Then maybe they would stop coming in here.
I'm glad they don't go straight into the pond - then I would have one very wet, very mad cat, shaking water all over the flat, and possibly fish flopping around all over the floor, too, and a broken fountain. Oh my! I am sure they smell the water and are searching for it. But where are they coming from??? The river is far from here. Maybe some of the private houses in the nearby areas also have outdoor ponds and fountains?? They sell them now at Nova Linea and other garden places. I don't know.
I just feel sorry for these little guys - searching and searching for water, then trapped in here. I can't catch them to put them back out like I would a wasp or bee. Maybe I need to see about getting a big net of some kind - but then, I'd just make a bigger mess than Cheyenne does! :-}
Oh, I have to make such difficult decisions!
Oh, my life is just so exciting!
Ha ha!
update
This is #3 today. I heard it making it's buzzing noise but thought it was one of the first 2. I thought maybe it was in the window because Cheyenne raced over there. Nope. I had to search a bit, but then I saw it. I looked over at the wall and the first 2 were still clinging to the wall over there.
Actually, now that I think about it - maybe these are females looking for a place to lay their eggs. A source of water. I'm going to have to look up dragonflies and find out more about them.
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Simple Pleasures
I bought 2 more guppies today. Now I have 4 in my pond. I put the 2 new ones in and they all 4 just went wild, swimming around like crazy. I stood there and rescued fish as they jumped out of the pond. I rescued 4 times. I have no idea if it was the same fish every time, other than I'm sure the littlest one did jump out once. Then Little Guppy decided he was a bully and started chasing the 3 bigger fish all over the place. Why is it that little creatures often bully their bigger fellow creatures? Little dogs are the worst.
I realized as I was watching them that I feel very pleased about the whole thing. Not the bullying! No - I feel very pleased about my pond, my 5 fish and the fountain and everything. Simple pleasures are sometimes the very best.
I keep going over and making sure that they are all in the pond, carefully searching the carpet in front of me as I get closer. They somehow really blend in to the carpet, even tho the carpet is green and they are not. Maybe it's due to the design in the carpet of gold (they are not gold), black (they are dark) and white (they are not white) on a green background? I don't know, really, it just is. I creep up, speak out loud and move slowly once I get there. After living here for a few days now the 2 older fish are used to me and actually swim up to see if I'm going to feed them. Right now, however, they are all in "panic! someone's going to get me" mode.
Here are some photos, just for your viewing pleasure (hahahahahahaha). I bought the fake water lily at New Line (Нова Линея ) yesterday. I think it goes very well with all the other colors! :) Two views, the flash makes it brighter than it really is. The bucket and top yellow screen on the bucket are not so obvious, really.
There are 4 little fish in this photo, if you know where to look! The water distorts the bottom one a lot.
Cheyenne - Happily keeping my cross stitch project warm. Sargon, the 5th fish, is in view here, too, back in his little tank. Wish I could put them all together, but I don't want to take a chance that they will fight and kill each other.
I realized as I was watching them that I feel very pleased about the whole thing. Not the bullying! No - I feel very pleased about my pond, my 5 fish and the fountain and everything. Simple pleasures are sometimes the very best.
I keep going over and making sure that they are all in the pond, carefully searching the carpet in front of me as I get closer. They somehow really blend in to the carpet, even tho the carpet is green and they are not. Maybe it's due to the design in the carpet of gold (they are not gold), black (they are dark) and white (they are not white) on a green background? I don't know, really, it just is. I creep up, speak out loud and move slowly once I get there. After living here for a few days now the 2 older fish are used to me and actually swim up to see if I'm going to feed them. Right now, however, they are all in "panic! someone's going to get me" mode.
Here are some photos, just for your viewing pleasure (hahahahahahaha). I bought the fake water lily at New Line (Нова Линея ) yesterday. I think it goes very well with all the other colors! :) Two views, the flash makes it brighter than it really is. The bucket and top yellow screen on the bucket are not so obvious, really.
Friday, February 27, 2009
Fantastic Friday Fotos
Alliteration. Gotta love it.
We walked over to the Thorntons this afternoon for a team meeting and prayer time. Actually, we walked over to the big bus stop about a quarter of a mile from our flat and took a marshrutka down to the city center, not far from the river. We got off there and walked on over to Thorntons. It's about a 2.33 kilometer walk, according to the map I use to determine distances. For those of us who hear 'kilometer' and think "I wonder what that is in American?" it comes out to apx. 1.45 miles. A nice early afternoon walk in sunshine and cold temperature. I wore just my zip up sweatshirt and was fine walking, but it would have been pretty cold to just stand around in.
We also walked back to that same bus stop and then down the street a ways farther to a pizza place. Chilentanos has great pizza. I also had a very interesting salad - Feta Salad. I wish I'd thought to take a photo of it, but alas, I didn't. It was big chunks of feta cheese (we are talking over an inch square here!) in an oil season with slivers of hot, very delicious garlic (yum!), golden raisins, peppercorns, whole cloves, a few pieces of dried apricot, and a sprinking of fresh parsley. Sounds kind of gross, doesn't it? The feta was swimming in this oil with all the other ingredients. Maybe some kind of flavored vinegar, too - there was a tart taste to it as well. But it was delicious! I would never have ever thought to put those ingredients together. Fresh garlic and raisins?? Never! But I will now. I'll have it again some time - hopefully they will still have it!
It's a good thing we walked on home from there, after all that cheese and oil (no, I didn't eat the oil, but how do you get rid of all of it off the cheese??). Plus pizza. Plus a Nutella crepe. Mel and I split the crepe and he had some of my pizza. I didn't even fill stuffed when we left. It was just right, somehow.
So, all in all we walked over 10 kilometers today (apx 6.37 miles), broken into 3 segments. By the time we got almost home, I told Mel I'd broken off more than I could realistically chew, so to speak. I was trudging the last kilometer, one foot after another, after another, barely lifting them off the ground, in the dark, on very uneven streets, "sidewalks" and dirt paths. I didn't quite look like the Volga Boatmen in the previous post, but I was beginning to feel kind of like that! I came in the house, went in the bedroom, took off my shoes, and just collapsed on the bed for about 20 minutes. My only concern is that when I've walked like that in the past, I often get sick a couple days later. So, I'm praying that God will spare me and keep me healthy. It's kind of like my body uses up all it's energy reserves and caves in to whatever bug is going around. And they are going around right now! Silly me.
So, (why all these 'so's' tonight??). So, while we walked to and from Thorntons I took a few photos. And here is a sampling!
I have no idea who this dude is, and am not going to even try to decipher the fancy font his name is written in from a photo. But I really like the coat. In fact, I told Mel tonight after watching Zorro - there's just something sexy about a man in a long coat...
We saw a bazillion cats today, out enjoying the sunshine and clear weather, I'd guess. These two were 'speaking' to each other in that amazing cat language that consists of "I'll stare at you harder than you can stare at me, and the one who stares the hardest wins." But mostly I took the photo for the road. I'll have to go back and get better photos of this road, I'll be there again without a doubt.
Can you find Miss Kitty in this photo? ...Reminds me of the old televison program, Gunsmoke. I met Chester one day at a rodeo and got his autograph, but I digress....
Ah! Here she is!
As Mel and I walked over to Thorntons and then especially on the way back to the center, we kept getting black curls of ash dropping on us. There were black curls of ash all over the street, blowing in the breezes, skittering here and there. Some of it was up to 3 or 4 inches long. There were a few times when white ash landed on my dark blue sweater and I had to blow it off. Where did all this ash come from, you ask? Well, we have two seasons in Kherson, in all of Ukraine actually. Spring burning season and fall burning season. They have already decided that it is Spring burning season. Due to all the smoke in the air allergies are really bad right now, and people with asthma oftne have a very difficult time breathing when the wind blows in their direction. Here is a photo of the view across the river. And the say America has a pollution problem and needs to reduce her so-called 'carbon footprint!' Seriously - this happens every year and for several weeks Kherson is covered in black ash from burned reeds and grasses across the river.
I really like the added ambience of the beer bottle in this photo - it just adds a certain pizazz to the whole scene.
Not only were couples like the one in the above photo there watching the fires across the river, there was the traditional "wedding photos at all the war monuments" going on. I will never in all my born days understand why a woman would want her wedding photos to be taken beside tanks, canons, monuments to dead soldiers, and so forth and so on. I can hear Mel now - something about "today is our wedding day - the war has just begun!" :) :)
I don't know who they are, but they do look happy, don't they, standing there in front of the eternal flame that was and now is not.
As we were about halfway home, Mel pointed out this beautiful conjuction of the moon and Venus to me. I'd read about it at SpaceWeather.com - earlier this week there were 3 planets and the crescent moon. We didn't see that - but this was absolutely beautiful.
And finally, a photo that asks a searching question that seemed fitting after all the other photos today. I'll leave this with you to think about tonight - :
We walked over to the Thorntons this afternoon for a team meeting and prayer time. Actually, we walked over to the big bus stop about a quarter of a mile from our flat and took a marshrutka down to the city center, not far from the river. We got off there and walked on over to Thorntons. It's about a 2.33 kilometer walk, according to the map I use to determine distances. For those of us who hear 'kilometer' and think "I wonder what that is in American?" it comes out to apx. 1.45 miles. A nice early afternoon walk in sunshine and cold temperature. I wore just my zip up sweatshirt and was fine walking, but it would have been pretty cold to just stand around in.
We also walked back to that same bus stop and then down the street a ways farther to a pizza place. Chilentanos has great pizza. I also had a very interesting salad - Feta Salad. I wish I'd thought to take a photo of it, but alas, I didn't. It was big chunks of feta cheese (we are talking over an inch square here!) in an oil season with slivers of hot, very delicious garlic (yum!), golden raisins, peppercorns, whole cloves, a few pieces of dried apricot, and a sprinking of fresh parsley. Sounds kind of gross, doesn't it? The feta was swimming in this oil with all the other ingredients. Maybe some kind of flavored vinegar, too - there was a tart taste to it as well. But it was delicious! I would never have ever thought to put those ingredients together. Fresh garlic and raisins?? Never! But I will now. I'll have it again some time - hopefully they will still have it!
It's a good thing we walked on home from there, after all that cheese and oil (no, I didn't eat the oil, but how do you get rid of all of it off the cheese??). Plus pizza. Plus a Nutella crepe. Mel and I split the crepe and he had some of my pizza. I didn't even fill stuffed when we left. It was just right, somehow.
So, all in all we walked over 10 kilometers today (apx 6.37 miles), broken into 3 segments. By the time we got almost home, I told Mel I'd broken off more than I could realistically chew, so to speak. I was trudging the last kilometer, one foot after another, after another, barely lifting them off the ground, in the dark, on very uneven streets, "sidewalks" and dirt paths. I didn't quite look like the Volga Boatmen in the previous post, but I was beginning to feel kind of like that! I came in the house, went in the bedroom, took off my shoes, and just collapsed on the bed for about 20 minutes. My only concern is that when I've walked like that in the past, I often get sick a couple days later. So, I'm praying that God will spare me and keep me healthy. It's kind of like my body uses up all it's energy reserves and caves in to whatever bug is going around. And they are going around right now! Silly me.
So, (why all these 'so's' tonight??). So, while we walked to and from Thorntons I took a few photos. And here is a sampling!
I have no idea who this dude is, and am not going to even try to decipher the fancy font his name is written in from a photo. But I really like the coat. In fact, I told Mel tonight after watching Zorro - there's just something sexy about a man in a long coat...
And finally, a photo that asks a searching question that seemed fitting after all the other photos today. I'll leave this with you to think about tonight - :
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
A Fish Tale
A year and a half ago, during the week before Thanksgiving, I invited four young women over for an American Thanksgiving. One of the gals arrived with a jar of fish, live fish, for me as a present from her and her husband.
One of the fish died immediately, which was sad, but not unusual. Stress of being moved, new water, and so forth probably did it in.
While we were in the States this past November through the beginning of March, all of the other fish except one died. I don't know why and I won't speculate, but I will just assume that the caretake did take care of them and not neglect them. Fish usually don't live all that long.
Cheyenne has never been interested in them. That surprises me because she is a cat, after all, and cats are supposed to love to eat fish, love to watch them, love to try to catch them. Once she had inspected the fish bowl and figured out what I was doing when I set it all up, she approved it and then ignored it/them.
Two weeks ago this couple brought me another fish, one of the same species so my lone fish would not be lonely. I don't remember the name of these fish, all I know is that they are very agressive and 'not nice,' like a gold fish 'is nice' in comparrison.
Old fish, a male, did not like New Fish, who was supposed to be a female which was supposed to mean that they would live together in fish harmony. Instead, he tried to kill her, or least damage her, by ramming into her over and over again with his very hard mouth. She huddled in the corner of the tank, if you can call a rounded tank edge a corner, and if you can call floating mouth up, tail down, fins barely moving at all 'huddling.' Old Fish just swam around and every once in awhile let her know he was still there - bam!
So, I had pity on poor New Fish and put her in a seperate container and set it beside the other container. Old and New spent hours looking at each other through the glass and plastic (different kinds of containers). That way they were not lonely, just seperated.
I was fond of Old Fish. He always got really excited when I came into the room. When I sat at the table he would swim around and if he realized I was looking at him, he got really excited and swam around even faster, or would stop and stare at me, all the while sending me telepathic messages of feedmefeedmefeedmefeedme. When I would pick up his food, he knew it - he knew I was going to feed him. His joy was amazing. Before I could get a few little crumbs out of his bag, he'd be waiting at the top of his water, mouth already open in anticipation.
Yesterday the plumbers were here, but I did spend time with my fish. I fed them. I talked to them. I watched them. I talked to Mel a bit about them. I enjoyed them. I was aware of their presence in my home. I cared.
Imagine my utter surprise last night after dinner when I came out of the kitchen, looked down into the New Fish's container and said, "Hi, little fishy!" and she swam around all excitedly. Then I looked a bit farther over to the other container and said, "Where is my fish?!!!?"
Old Fish was gone. Not in his container. Not under the skinny little water grass. Not huddling in a corner. Not floating belly up. Gone, I say, totally gone, non-existant, not there.
"Mel! My fish is GONE!" Mel looked up from his reading and said something to the effect of "huh? where is he? where did he go?"
I looked behind his container. No fish. I rechecked the smaller container - just one New Fish. He hadn't jumped into her container by some amazing feat of fish athletics. I looked down on the floor, no fish in sight. I asked Cheyenne, who was lying on the couch all curled up asleep, "Did you eat my fish??" and she just looked smuggly at me in total innocence and blinked before going back to sleep. Finally I pulled the case that holds my fancy tableware that Mel gave me for our 25th wedding anniversary and I keep under the table because there is no other place for it in our tiny flat, away from the wall and looked there.
I spied a dark gray shape back there in the shadows. My first thought was, "Great. What a huge dust bunny! grrr. I know Mel vacuumed back there just a couple days ago." My second thought was, "Oh no! Old Fish!" I reached back, grabbed hold of it and sure enough. Old Fish was now Dried Out Petrified Dead Old Fish. Almost hard as a rock already. I was very surprised at how quickly he dried out - after all it could only have been a couple of hours.
I flushed him. Just couldn't put him in the trash.
I was sad. I am still sad. I liked Old Fish, meany that he was. He had character. He liked me (ok, he liked his food, but he like me, too, I'm sure).
My guess is that he did try to jump into the New Fish's container. So sad. If he'd just been nicer, he'd still be alive....
I'm just glad that my cat is innocent for reals, and has not become a fish killer.
Now I wonder - do I try and get another fish so New Fish will not be lonely? Hmmmm.
One of the fish died immediately, which was sad, but not unusual. Stress of being moved, new water, and so forth probably did it in.
While we were in the States this past November through the beginning of March, all of the other fish except one died. I don't know why and I won't speculate, but I will just assume that the caretake did take care of them and not neglect them. Fish usually don't live all that long.
Cheyenne has never been interested in them. That surprises me because she is a cat, after all, and cats are supposed to love to eat fish, love to watch them, love to try to catch them. Once she had inspected the fish bowl and figured out what I was doing when I set it all up, she approved it and then ignored it/them.
Two weeks ago this couple brought me another fish, one of the same species so my lone fish would not be lonely. I don't remember the name of these fish, all I know is that they are very agressive and 'not nice,' like a gold fish 'is nice' in comparrison.
Old fish, a male, did not like New Fish, who was supposed to be a female which was supposed to mean that they would live together in fish harmony. Instead, he tried to kill her, or least damage her, by ramming into her over and over again with his very hard mouth. She huddled in the corner of the tank, if you can call a rounded tank edge a corner, and if you can call floating mouth up, tail down, fins barely moving at all 'huddling.' Old Fish just swam around and every once in awhile let her know he was still there - bam!
So, I had pity on poor New Fish and put her in a seperate container and set it beside the other container. Old and New spent hours looking at each other through the glass and plastic (different kinds of containers). That way they were not lonely, just seperated.
I was fond of Old Fish. He always got really excited when I came into the room. When I sat at the table he would swim around and if he realized I was looking at him, he got really excited and swam around even faster, or would stop and stare at me, all the while sending me telepathic messages of feedmefeedmefeedmefeedme. When I would pick up his food, he knew it - he knew I was going to feed him. His joy was amazing. Before I could get a few little crumbs out of his bag, he'd be waiting at the top of his water, mouth already open in anticipation.
Yesterday the plumbers were here, but I did spend time with my fish. I fed them. I talked to them. I watched them. I talked to Mel a bit about them. I enjoyed them. I was aware of their presence in my home. I cared.
Imagine my utter surprise last night after dinner when I came out of the kitchen, looked down into the New Fish's container and said, "Hi, little fishy!" and she swam around all excitedly. Then I looked a bit farther over to the other container and said, "Where is my fish?!!!?"
Old Fish was gone. Not in his container. Not under the skinny little water grass. Not huddling in a corner. Not floating belly up. Gone, I say, totally gone, non-existant, not there.
"Mel! My fish is GONE!" Mel looked up from his reading and said something to the effect of "huh? where is he? where did he go?"
I looked behind his container. No fish. I rechecked the smaller container - just one New Fish. He hadn't jumped into her container by some amazing feat of fish athletics. I looked down on the floor, no fish in sight. I asked Cheyenne, who was lying on the couch all curled up asleep, "Did you eat my fish??" and she just looked smuggly at me in total innocence and blinked before going back to sleep. Finally I pulled the case that holds my fancy tableware that Mel gave me for our 25th wedding anniversary and I keep under the table because there is no other place for it in our tiny flat,
I spied a dark gray shape back there in the shadows. My first thought was, "Great. What a huge dust bunny! grrr. I know Mel vacuumed back there just a couple days ago." My second thought was, "Oh no! Old Fish!" I reached back, grabbed hold of it and sure enough. Old Fish was now Dried Out Petrified Dead Old Fish. Almost hard as a rock already. I was very surprised at how quickly he dried out - after all it could only have been a couple of hours.
I flushed him. Just couldn't put him in the trash.
I was sad. I am still sad. I liked Old Fish, meany that he was. He had character. He liked me (ok, he liked his food, but he like me, too, I'm sure).
My guess is that he did try to jump into the New Fish's container. So sad. If he'd just been nicer, he'd still be alive....
I'm just glad that my cat is innocent for reals, and has not become a fish killer.
Now I wonder - do I try and get another fish so New Fish will not be lonely? Hmmmm.
Monday, June 09, 2008
Those Nasty Old Pipes
When we first moved into this flat, the water drained really slow from the bathtub. One day I stuck a wire down the drain, swished it around a bit and pulled out a wad of 'stuff' the size and appearance of a drowned baby muskrat. I was grossed out. Totally grossed out. Hair, dust, lint and who knows what else, all wadded up in a gray mass that stank like all get out.
Yuck. Double yuck.
Well, that was 9 years ago. Immediately after that I ordered one of those drain cleaner wire things to come in our next box from the States - it looks like a long wire with a hook on one end and a circle on the other. The circle is for hanging it on a nail some place, I would guess. The hook is for cleaning the gook out of drains.
I use it every time I take a shower. Because I have long hair and seem to be losing more than my fair share right now, I have been extra careful to make sure there is always a plastic 'hair catcher' in the drain hole and that I clean out the drain with the wire after I shower and sometimes before as well.
For awhile, after the removal of 'dead baby muskrat,' the water drained fairly quickly. However, it slowly but surely plugged back up. Mel bought packets of powerful chemical drain cleaners and we used them once or twice a year. Sometimes the water would even drain a bit better after that, but sometimes it seemed to make no difference. Mel would use the toilet plunger on the drain, pumping it up and down, leaving a semi-permanent black ring around the drain hole in the tub, a ring made out of decomposing toilet bowl plunger rubber bonded to the corroded surface of the tub by the force of his actions. :(
When we got back to Kherson in March this year, the tub was almost 100% plugged up again and took a long time to drain after a shower (leaving us standing in deep water by the time the shower was finished). I said to the gal who stayed here, "Why didn't you buy some of that chemical pipe cleaner-outer stuff and use it?" And she responded, "Because we were afraid that if we used that, the rest of the rust in the pipe would wear through and the pipe would have a huge hole in it."
Huh?
Then she showed me the pipe. Sure enough, behind the cat box there in the corner under the sink, the drain pipe was beginning to drip rusty drops of water. This pipe runs from the kitchen sink, through the wall into the bathroom where the tub connects to it, then the bathroom sink connects to it, and then it goes through the bathroom wall into the toilet room where it finally connects to the toilet pipe that goes down into the sewer. It was developing a hole right at the floor level where it went through the wall into the toilet room. Then she told me that when they'd called the landlord to come fix the running toilet (another story for another time), they showed him the beginning-to-leak pipe. He promptly blamed it on Cheyenne.
Huh?
Well, Cheyenne's litter box sets right beside that pipe, so obviously she had been peeing on the pipe and that is why it was now beginning to leak.
Grrrrr. My Cheyenne has NEVER peed on anything or in anything in this flat, other than in her litter box on the litter. Grrrrr. I have had cats who pee all over the place and believe me, she is NOT one of them! But we cannot blame the pipe or the age of the pipe because then the landlord would have to fix it, you see.
When we first moved in here, Mel and I decided that rather than calling the landlord every time there is a problem with something (like a running toilet, light switch that doesn't work anymore or plugged up drain) we would just get it fixed ourselves. Sure, everyone else makes the landlord do it, but then the landlord is in your flat/house all the time, complaining about this or that that you are or are not doing. So, over the years Mel has just fixed the running toilet over and over again and we've called in 'masters' to do electrical fixes or plumbing fixes. It's a lot simpler for us and much less stressful.
Now if they had not shown our landlord this leaking pipe, he would never have blamed our cat for something that happened due to lousy plumbing practices, lousy pipe construction, and simple age causing problems. Sigh.
We tried to contact the plumber that had been recommended to us by Melinda. Had one of our friends call him, but he never showed up. Finally, Melinda called him to come and fix something in her flat (again, something that was broken due to lousy plumbing in the first place, plumbing that had been done as cheaply as possible with not very good supplies). She had him talk to us while he was at her flat and Mel set up a time for him to come over and check out our problem.
He came over, took a look at everything, wrote down a bunch of stuff in his little notebook, did some calculations and then gave us an estimate of what it was going to cost. Labor and parts - all for 625 griven, or $137. We agreed and he told us when a guy would come over - next Monday (today) or Tuesday (tomorrow). The guy came today.
I was very impressed. He was very professional and when all is done and said, it appears that they did a really good job. Of course, time will tell on that, but it sure seems that way now.
Dima, the man who did the actual work, replaced the whole pipe, from the kitchen sink to the toilet pipe. He had to chop out some concrete in the floor and concrete in the wall. He replaced the metal food/hair catchers in both sinks and in the tub (I'll still use the plastic ones as well). It took him about 5 hours to get it all done. Stasic, the guy in charge, came with supplies, went after other supplies, and basically made sure the guy was doing a good job. Wow! In the past, the owner of the flat or the renter would be given a list of supplies and then would have to go and buy the supplies from the market. This makes much better sense, since the guy who is doing the repair work knows exactly what he wants and needs. Wow! So much easier for us, so much easier for them. If it costs a bit more, big deal - it saves us time and the frustration of looking for whatever is needed and they already know where to go and which is the better product. Wow!
Dima gave the old pipes to Mel and Mel took them out to the garbage. Sure enough, when Mel checked that main pipe where it was beginning to leak, it was so plugged up that maybe less than 10% was still open. No wonder everything drained so slowly! And the water just sat in there for so long every day that the pipe was rusting faster than it normally would have. Of course, the more it rusted, the more build-up there was and the more plugged up the pipe became.
The new pipes are all plastic and were sealed with a silicon sealer. We are waiting just a few more minutes for it all to set up and be totally dry before we can run water through the pipes again.
I tried to get some photos of everything, but my camera is acting up again and refuses to work properly, so I missed out on some good pictures.
Oh well. You will just have to imagine it all in your mind.
I am just so glad the pipe is fixed and I'm also glad Mel is so willing to get down on his hands and knees to clean up some of the mess. I just can't do that right now due to my knees. The guys did a very good job cleaning up after themselves - also a new thing here, which is wonderful. But Mel is using water now to clean, which they couldn't do.
I am happy. :):):)
Yuck. Double yuck.
Well, that was 9 years ago. Immediately after that I ordered one of those drain cleaner wire things to come in our next box from the States - it looks like a long wire with a hook on one end and a circle on the other. The circle is for hanging it on a nail some place, I would guess. The hook is for cleaning the gook out of drains.
I use it every time I take a shower. Because I have long hair and seem to be losing more than my fair share right now, I have been extra careful to make sure there is always a plastic 'hair catcher' in the drain hole and that I clean out the drain with the wire after I shower and sometimes before as well.
For awhile, after the removal of 'dead baby muskrat,' the water drained fairly quickly. However, it slowly but surely plugged back up. Mel bought packets of powerful chemical drain cleaners and we used them once or twice a year. Sometimes the water would even drain a bit better after that, but sometimes it seemed to make no difference. Mel would use the toilet plunger on the drain, pumping it up and down, leaving a semi-permanent black ring around the drain hole in the tub, a ring made out of decomposing toilet bowl plunger rubber bonded to the corroded surface of the tub by the force of his actions. :(
When we got back to Kherson in March this year, the tub was almost 100% plugged up again and took a long time to drain after a shower (leaving us standing in deep water by the time the shower was finished). I said to the gal who stayed here, "Why didn't you buy some of that chemical pipe cleaner-outer stuff and use it?" And she responded, "Because we were afraid that if we used that, the rest of the rust in the pipe would wear through and the pipe would have a huge hole in it."
Huh?
Then she showed me the pipe. Sure enough, behind the cat box there in the corner under the sink, the drain pipe was beginning to drip rusty drops of water. This pipe runs from the kitchen sink, through the wall into the bathroom where the tub connects to it, then the bathroom sink connects to it, and then it goes through the bathroom wall into the toilet room where it finally connects to the toilet pipe that goes down into the sewer. It was developing a hole right at the floor level where it went through the wall into the toilet room. Then she told me that when they'd called the landlord to come fix the running toilet (another story for another time), they showed him the beginning-to-leak pipe. He promptly blamed it on Cheyenne.
Huh?
Well, Cheyenne's litter box sets right beside that pipe, so obviously she had been peeing on the pipe and that is why it was now beginning to leak.
Grrrrr. My Cheyenne has NEVER peed on anything or in anything in this flat, other than in her litter box on the litter. Grrrrr. I have had cats who pee all over the place and believe me, she is NOT one of them! But we cannot blame the pipe or the age of the pipe because then the landlord would have to fix it, you see.
When we first moved in here, Mel and I decided that rather than calling the landlord every time there is a problem with something (like a running toilet, light switch that doesn't work anymore or plugged up drain) we would just get it fixed ourselves. Sure, everyone else makes the landlord do it, but then the landlord is in your flat/house all the time, complaining about this or that that you are or are not doing. So, over the years Mel has just fixed the running toilet over and over again and we've called in 'masters' to do electrical fixes or plumbing fixes. It's a lot simpler for us and much less stressful.
Now if they had not shown our landlord this leaking pipe, he would never have blamed our cat for something that happened due to lousy plumbing practices, lousy pipe construction, and simple age causing problems. Sigh.
We tried to contact the plumber that had been recommended to us by Melinda. Had one of our friends call him, but he never showed up. Finally, Melinda called him to come and fix something in her flat (again, something that was broken due to lousy plumbing in the first place, plumbing that had been done as cheaply as possible with not very good supplies). She had him talk to us while he was at her flat and Mel set up a time for him to come over and check out our problem.
He came over, took a look at everything, wrote down a bunch of stuff in his little notebook, did some calculations and then gave us an estimate of what it was going to cost. Labor and parts - all for 625 griven, or $137. We agreed and he told us when a guy would come over - next Monday (today) or Tuesday (tomorrow). The guy came today.
I was very impressed. He was very professional and when all is done and said, it appears that they did a really good job. Of course, time will tell on that, but it sure seems that way now.
Dima, the man who did the actual work, replaced the whole pipe, from the kitchen sink to the toilet pipe. He had to chop out some concrete in the floor and concrete in the wall. He replaced the metal food/hair catchers in both sinks and in the tub (I'll still use the plastic ones as well). It took him about 5 hours to get it all done. Stasic, the guy in charge, came with supplies, went after other supplies, and basically made sure the guy was doing a good job. Wow! In the past, the owner of the flat or the renter would be given a list of supplies and then would have to go and buy the supplies from the market. This makes much better sense, since the guy who is doing the repair work knows exactly what he wants and needs. Wow! So much easier for us, so much easier for them. If it costs a bit more, big deal - it saves us time and the frustration of looking for whatever is needed and they already know where to go and which is the better product. Wow!
Dima gave the old pipes to Mel and Mel took them out to the garbage. Sure enough, when Mel checked that main pipe where it was beginning to leak, it was so plugged up that maybe less than 10% was still open. No wonder everything drained so slowly! And the water just sat in there for so long every day that the pipe was rusting faster than it normally would have. Of course, the more it rusted, the more build-up there was and the more plugged up the pipe became.
The new pipes are all plastic and were sealed with a silicon sealer. We are waiting just a few more minutes for it all to set up and be totally dry before we can run water through the pipes again.
I tried to get some photos of everything, but my camera is acting up again and refuses to work properly, so I missed out on some good pictures.
Oh well. You will just have to imagine it all in your mind.
I am just so glad the pipe is fixed and I'm also glad Mel is so willing to get down on his hands and knees to clean up some of the mess. I just can't do that right now due to my knees. The guys did a very good job cleaning up after themselves - also a new thing here, which is wonderful. But Mel is using water now to clean, which they couldn't do.
I am happy. :):):)
Friday, October 20, 2006
Trying Something New - Video
There may be a better way to do this, but for now, I am experimenting! This is a video I took from our balcony last spring of a cat at the dumpster. Very exciting subject, I know... ha!
Friday, March 24, 2006
Animal, Old Tom Turkey and Cheyenne
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March 24, 2006
I love cats and one of the first things I asked our landlords was if it was ok to have a cat here. They said, “Konyechna!” or, “of course!” I told a couple people that I wanted to get a kitten and asked what would be the best way to do that. Someone suggested going to the market and choosing from the dozens of animals for sale there each day. Another person told me that a woman by the name of Constantinovna had a cat that had a new litter of kittens. The next time I saw Constantinovna I asked her about it. Yes, her cat had three new kittens and all but one was available for adoption.
I really wanted a tabby cat, gray or orange. I wanted a male cat that I could have neutered. Our first cat had been a beautiful orange and white tom cat, with thick medium length hair. He was gentle and loving and I was even able to train him on a leash and take him for walks. His name was Shalmaneezer and I called him Shalmy. I loved that cat very much. However, we needed to move from Alaska to Kansas for Mel to return to school and we didn’t think we would be able to take him with us. I put an ad in the Fairbanks Newsminer paper and not long after received a phone call. We set up a time and a young man with a repaired harelip came to the door and picked him up. I worried about that cat for several weeks afterward. Did he have a good home? Was he being loved? My mother finally convinced me that the man who picked him up had good intentions (not some kind of animal cruelty in mind) and Shalmy probably became his loving companion. Although that was thirty years ago, I still hope she was right. We moved back to Alaska a year later and if I had it all to do over again, I would never have given Shalmy away.
We had several other cats after that. Some were a pain and a nuisance while others were just nice cats. Animal was one of the nuisance cats. He was a pure black short hair cat with green eyes. Beautiful. But Animal discovered that he could knock Kara’s bottle over, chew the end off the nipple and then drink the milk as it poured out. Sometime later we moved out to a cabin in a blueberry bog outside of Fairbanks. One morning I heard a gunshot and wondered what our neighbor was shooting at. His house was not all that far away from our cabin and the thought of a bullet crashing through our wall was disconcerting, to say the least.
Our neighbor was raising several small animals and was attempting to do some sort of farming on what reminded us of a hippy-back-to-nature kind of compound. He had a big guard dog chained at the entrance of his property and no one dared go down there to visit. However, his big tom turkey did come up to visit us on occasion. That big tom scared me – he was as tall or taller than Kara was and I was afraid he would peck her eyes out or hurt her in some way. We didn’t have a fenced yard and it was their responsibility to keep their livestock in their pens. One late fall day Mel and his twin brother, Ralph, were working on our car, trying to get the starter changed. Ralph was under the car doing something and Mel was standing in front looking under the hood. Suddenly Mel realized that he had company. Old Tom Turkey was also trying to look under the hood! He was standing there beside Mel, looking for all the world like he was going to give advice on the mechanical workings of Ford Pintos. Mel told Ralph they had a visitor and then told him what he was going to do. He has long arms so he stepped over a little to the side, reached around in the open window and honked the horn. Old Tom Turkey started gobbling at the top of his voice, wattle swinging back and forth and turning from bright red to kind of a bluish white. But he continued to stand there, pacing a little back and forth on fat turkey legs. I came out of the cabin to see why Mel was honking the horn and he said, “Watch this!” and honked it again. Wow! I hadn’t known that turkey wattles change color when they get angry or scared. You learn something new every day. I was still scared of that old tom and was very thankful when he finally decided to wander on home back down the road.
Well, the morning I heard the gunshot, Animal went missing. I wondered if he had been shot for being on the guy’s property. I was starting to get upset. I wondered how I could go down there past the dog and find out if he had shot my cat, when suddenly through the window I saw Animal in the yard. I went to the door, opened it and he came in. I didn’t see any blood and he seemed to be fine, acting like his normal self. A couple hours later he jumped up in the windowsill and just sat there looking at me. I reached over, picked him up and started petting him. He was purring loudly, something he had never done before. I examined him again - no blood, no obvious wounds, just very loud purring. I reached under his chin to scratch his neck and suddenly stopped. He had a large lump on his breastbone! I parted the fur and looked. Sure enough, he had a hole in his chest. Mel was out in the yard somewhere and I quickly called him in. I was boiling angry. We had very little money and we didn’t know any vets in Fairbanks – what were we going to do? We bundled Kara and baby Peter into their car seats, put Animal in a shoebox with a lid and started off to town. We didn’t have a phone out at the cabin, but stopped at Mel’s parent’s house to look in a phone book for a name and address of a veterinarian.
A couple of hours later we were on our way home, several dollars poorer. Animal was back in his shoebox, ready to go home and get back to living a normal life. In my purse I carried a .22 caliber bullet. The vet told us it had been lying just under the skin and all he had done was make an incision and the bullet popped out. I carried that bullet in my coin purse for several years. I think I still have it in a jewelry box in storage back in Colorado.
Later that winter, we got ready to leave for church. As we were getting into the car, I looked down the road toward our neighbors place. He had strung a wire across the road, about ten feet in the air. The dog’s chain was hooked to the wire, thus giving the dog the ability to guard the whole road and both sides. On that cold winter morning, in the pale sunlight of winter, there that poor dog was, hanging about a foot above the road. I gasped in horror. He was obviously dead, frozen stiff in the below zero temperature. I turned to Mel, pointed at the dog and asked him what could have happened?! We speculated that the dog’s breath had frozen the chain, the ice had built up and as he moved it twisted the chain ever tighter around his neck. As he struggled it only got worse. What a terrible way to die – even though I hadn’t liked the dog – no animal should die that way. The owner did not get another dog by the time we left the next summer, at least not one he chained up at the top of the road.
When we left Alaska a year later, Animal went to live with Mel’s brother. He started out a nuisance, but turned out to be a pretty nice cat.
I did get a kitten from Constantinovna. She ended up being almost completely white. I named her Cheyenne Little Bug and she lives up to her name (the Cheyenne Indians were very fierce warriors). While Animal started out a nuisance and ended up being a pretty nice cat, Cheyenne started out “the kitten from hell” and just turned into “the cat from hell.” Those are Mel’s words, not mine. But I love her and I’m glad she’s here to keep me company when Mel is gone.
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