Remembering summer

I started this post ages ago while waiting in a cafe for a bus. And um. It never got off the ground. Now that it's cold out, I get the urge to do a shout out to summer!
:)

We saw some truly gorgeous sunsets in June. Looking out over the lake. 

And there seemed to be an unusual number of rodents and other pests around. Ugh. These dudes were divided up evenly among the cats and dogs, I found out later. :)

There's a portable a/c unit in the wood storage/furnace room....

....which is where we stored the veggies....

....and created a walk-in cooler, Ukie style! :)

I love calzones...and I had a very delicious one at the end of June!

Ukraine is full of poppies in the early summer. The roadsides and fields are gorgeous when they're blooming!

Keeping cool on the bus. Hold 2 straight-from-the-fridge bottles of water to your face. :)

July in Greece on Crete. On the brown side of Crete, the only side I've seen. This is at the historic site of the ancient palace at Knossos. It's one of my favorite places. For whatever reason, it completely captures my interest. I could spend hours roaming here, reading the placards, looking at the stuff, listening to the guides. These earthenware jars were used for storing water, olive oil, olives...and likely anything else that they needed to store. Some are estimated to have held over a ton of liquid.
Links to Knossos: wikipedia, web images, here, here

More of the ruins at Knossos.

again, Knossos

If Ukraine is hot in the summer, Greece is HOTTER. It's a different kind of heat. Ukraine is humid and close. Greece feels like the inside of an oven, sometimes a convection oven. Very hot and very dry. I spent hours on the roof of a house stretched out on a blanket in a narrow strip of shade under this little roof-let getting ready for things to come...and also simply having a bit of a siesta. Almost nothing happens between about 1 or 2 pm and 5 pm- Siesta is a serious business. Well, for one thing, it's too hot to move during that time. Everyone hops up again afterwards and roars on till midnight, though. :) 

Climbing Mars Hill in Athens.

The view from Mars Hill

Greek dogs sort of reminded me of Ukrainian dogs. :)

The Parthenon is in a semi-permanent state of restoration. 

More restoration. Interestingly enough, although construction on the Parthenon was begun in 447 BC, it was intact and in excellent shape for more than 1000 years. The Ottoman Turks had conquered it, turned it into a mosque and then also used it for an ammunition dump. The Venetians bombarded it and exploded it in 1867. Wikipedia, web images

Back in Ukraine. A team of horses; one has its foal along, a very common sight in the summer.

I love this honeysuckle vine. It add so much sweetness to each of the hot summer days!

More pix of the yard I saw every day for most of June. I love this place!

Hello Monday!

Having never had a kidney stone, I laughed robustly (but pretty quietly) over this one. Can the I'v-had-a-kidney-stone crowd also laugh? 

It's Monday. Unlike most people, I love Mondays. And have for slightly more than 20 years now. Ever since the big 'career' change. When Sunday is your biggest day of the week well, Monday is like a breather. At least when it's a quiet day..and ours tend to be. Thankfully.
Yesterday we visited our old and blind friend out in a village. The village is down a long and very pot-holey road that winds up and down and in and out of several major ravines. To me, the village is on the way to nowhere although there must be something farther down the road. Back to our friend. He's 86, blind, poor, stubborn...and has had an interesting life. He was forced into the Russian army at some point. When he'd had enough of that, he left. Deserted, I suppose, but he's never been a fan of the Russians. He was jailed (I think for deserting) and escaped from jail. He might have done that twice. He has grown children and grandchildren. He's a widower. And he's nearing the end of his road here. When we were with him yesterday, for a little while, I thought we'd be there with him as he finished. We weren't. We left when one of his daughters came to sit with him for a while. What struck me most yesterday was how strong his will to live is. We humans hang on to life with just about everything in us, it seems. Speaking was very difficult for him but he talked about the pills he was taking to make him better.
F's eyesight has been fading for the entire 14 years I've known him. His sense of hearing has been remarkable though, and for a long time, he knew everyone that visited him by their voice. Then that faded as his hearing faded. Another thing that struck me yesterday is that his hearing is better again. He once again knew me by my voice. The pic is from 2 years ago. 

Just a few fairly random thoughts.
My birthday is past again. I really like birthdays- my own and other people's. Our family never did anything big (or as my mom's family would say 'large') for birthdays but it was always a fun day. I remember the thrill of having a short birthday party at school- I loved having treats for the other kids and passing them out. I also remember Mom bringing cake in to school. That was fun! (I wonder if you can still do that? If not, I feel sorry for today's kids.) 
Back in the fall of 2007, I joined Facebook. And some time after that found out how much fun a F/B birthday is. Why? Well, of course, Because of all the birthday wishes from friends. Let me just say that, with a very few exceptions, all my F/B 'friends' are actual real honest-to-goodness friends and acquaintances. There are a small handful whom I've not met and even fewer of those who I likely will never meet. I don't collect F/B friends randomly or just for the fun of it. And just now, when I finally had the chance to read through the b/d wishes on F/B, I loved thinking of the people who had taken the time to leave a greeting. So many of the posts brought back specific and special memories of the posters. I can honestly say that these do more for me than just give me a temporary happy feeling. But then, I think that is part of what this great family is all about! We do help each other along the way.
And along that line- I've thought of our hymn- I Would Be True. Most of you probably know it. I often think of the line 'because of those who trust me'. And more than anyone will ever know, that has helped me. I'm glad that we need each other. And I'm glad that we have each other.

I love animals. I've always loved both cats and dogs. I've not ever really enjoyed sharing living space with a hair-shedding pet, though. But this cat is a rather special one. Someone callously said that the only reason he wanted to park right here on me was that he was cold, having just come in from outside. Whatever. It was still rather purringly special! ;) This dude's name is 'Fenya'. His favorite food is potato peelings (!). He also eats mice...but seldom catches his own. He likes to have them trapped and then hand-delivered! ;)

It's definitely time........

To do this again! Admit it- You've just been pining away for a comics post! ;)

  

This just made me grin. Isn't friendship a bit like that, though? Sometimes I think we give to and take from a friendship X and Y. And in the other person's eyes, it's more like M and N. But it's friendship. And it endures. In spite of different sunglasses and book clubs. :)

I have this J-boy nephew. He was 2 1/2 when I met him. And so lively and curious and full of life. And one day, he climbed onto the seat and then the arm rests and then the back of his daddy's swivel desk chair. His momma and I were chatting away. His momma had just warned him not to do that particular bit of climbing. And then the chair spun and he spun ever so gracefully and magically pirouetted from the chair back to the arms to the seat all while the chair spun around. And then he looked at us with huge eyes and said: Momma! How'd I do that Momma? How Momma, How?!??? And no one could answer him. The universe was deliciously random that day! And he was heart-stoppingly adventurous!

  

But after they're done with their little bit of boxing ring madness, they make delicious banana bread. As I remembered again just last week. :) (Warm banana bread, soft butter, a cup of tea. Do you get it???) 

I have a friend. A dear friend. When she's visiting here in Ukr and someone rings her doorbell, she loves to say 'Друг или Враг?' (Rus'n for 'Friend or Foe'?) Which can be sort of puzzling to the locals. But is sure a lot of fun! ;)

The students here? They love Google. In fact, they call (him) 'Uncle Google'. "Just a minute, I'll ask Uncle Google..."

Catered small parties are great! I like this guy. (But I don't like his shirt.)

See this? This pic of the red sauce? Do you even know how yummy it is and how easy it is to make? This is the reason to eat pasta. It's the reason to eat bread sticks (which you really really need, right? I thought so).

Ok. So now look at that up there. That would be a cheese quesadilla from here. (Prepackaged, ready to heat and eat.) But they're super easy to make, too. And super yummy.
Yesterday, our Tuesday evening English club stood us up. Completely. But K had already made the quesadillas. There was a part of a jar of whole canned tomatoes in the fridge. There is oregano, basil and black pepper in the cupboard. There is garlic in the fridge. After peeling those 'maters, I rough-chopped them and dumped them into a small kettle. And liberally added the basil and oregano. Pressed a clove of garlic into it. Added a dash of salt and a dash of pepper. Mixed. Simmered for about 10 min. (No onions or olive oil this time. Actually, I don't typically use olive oil in my sauce but most recipes call for it. If I use onion, though, I always saute it in a bit of oil. Onward.)
So then we ate those leftover, reheated quesadillas with this wonderful marinara sauce. I'm telling you, it's been a good day! So delicious. And so easy. And so.....
Happy. That is the perfect word for it! And you know what? Turns out you can marry Mexican and Italian food to each other (especially if you're in Ukraine using substitutes for the quesadillas-

ha) and everyone's pretty happy with the situation! (all about lavash)
Marinara sauce pic from here.
And then I had Earl Gray tea and that really made life full of purrs.
:)

oh boy

Umm
Have you (fountainmist) seen this??? Oh Boy. Oh my. (Blood sugar level is an issue, keep calm and don't click just dream. But wow- whaddadream!) ;)

And is this a bit.... uff? Not even really funny.

And I guess that's me for now. I'm here, you're there. Life spins. That's not so bad, is it? :)

Gulp

Every week we spend time with our always interesting, very special and somewhat eccentric friend Dima. His big thing for several years now has been gathering and drying many different plants and then making various tinctures, extracts and teas which he consumes himself and also generously shares with interested parties. (Aside: It's his "fireweed extract" that has significantly diminished my migraines. Hooray!)
He's also a huge fan of cottage cheese-based fruit smoothies for supper (Delicious!), mutton (Also Yum although four+ meals a week of it is a bit much maybe) and homemade raw fresh-squeezed fruit juices. His latest juice love is mixing various fruit juices with the juice of an onion. All freshly squeezed (or maybe "pressed" or "squashed" are better choices; I'm not sure you can "squeeze" an onion...) So,  in spite of not liking raw onions at all (because they really really upset my stomach and leave me feeling queasy and yucky for hours), because I'm a sucker and he's a good salesman, I tried a spoonful of it. Apple,  pear and onion. And felt rotten all night. I don't exactly recommend it. Ugh.

There's a tumbochka, too

That little divanchyk settee thing is part of a set. There's a little (well really,  it's kind of big, heavy and awkward) low table on wheels with storage underneath, too. Since the storage is only accessible by lifting the very heavy wooden top,  it's empty- except for a set of dirty sheers belonging to the landlord. In any case,  this brilliant piece of Soviet craftsmanship was the same red and black checked pattern as that poor divanchyk/settee- Oooo- ugly. So I also took the curtain and sleeping bag liner leftovers to it and,  with the help of that fabulous staple gun, gave it a new outlook on life.
And no, as someone noted in the comments a couple posts back- There are no before pix. None. Zip. Zero. I guess I was just too excited to stop long enough to do that.
Ahem.
And there are 2 more covered pillows now, both inflatable and fairly unexciting... although both tie shut with darling little ribbons. And that plain white pillow top got a simple white hankie with a simple blue  embroidered peacock stitched to the top. Sometime,  somewhere I got a ton of hankies,  mostly pretty... and I don't use hankies. They're fun little pretty-me-ups. And there are no pix of these newly-altered pillows. :-)

Oh the pillows?

Well yes,  I've been working on those pillows. As sometimes happens,  our plans for today were canceled. Everyone's looking out for the army these days and today was some big something or other to raise funds for the army. So people did that instead of come to our place. So I spent a good part of the afternoon working on this pillow. It's simple, yes I know. It has piping,  though. Some I made this time. And,  uh, it took me awhile to find the right presser-foot for the sewing machine and then to find the right cording for the piping (Are you taking note, Charlene?! You're absolutely right, It's The Piping!!)

Plus there was a simple square feather pillow to do (it needed a new casing as well as a new cover). And then there was the fun little new pillow! For a long time,  there  have been  four little, basically useless, tiny roundish neck-type pillows floating around this room. Noone ever used them and,  like everything else,  they matched nothing. K latched onto the foam one when she saw what kind peril it was in; I nabbed the other three  and had a party! One was regular fiberfill batting; one was  stuffed with puffy poly fiber balls; the last was stuffed with what looks like the hulls from something like millet. I made a casing,  put it all inside,  mooshed it around to a pleasant consistency and sewed it shut... and then made the cover. There 

are two more to go. :-)   

What to do? Besides wait...

We were waiting at the bus station. Well really,  we were waiting at a nice café near the bus station. The were no tickets on the bus we needed and the next bus was 2 1/2 hours later. 

So I  started a post of  some of my favorite shots from this summer.   I'll do the pix now and maybe do captions later since I'm once again waiting at that café for that same bus... and the Blogger app is not particularly user friendly. Urp.  

Divan, day 2

After several more hours yesterday afternoon, this is the little divan-chick. There's some hand sewing left on the sides and the front. And then deciding how to finish that back. Two crocheted lace runners there for now.

Whadda Mess

It's been a long time.... so I'm just going to jump in and go and pretend I never missed a beat... starting now.
My room doubles as the living room... Or else the living room doubles as my room.  I get that mixed up sometimes.
So, there's a couch. Blue plaid. And a table. Brown. And a bed. Covered in bedding and (quite often) lots of my stuff. And a few chairs. Green fabric. Some miscellaneous cupboard-y shelve-y things.  Small.  White,  cream,  brown,  ummm red. And then there's the short little divan-chick. The sort of strange,  completely ugly,  somewhat ungainly, heavy-as-lead Soviet-era sort-of-loveseat. Whoa.  Ugly. Very. Upholstered in red and black, with a red velvet cover (No,  the reds don't match-Should they?) Earlier I ditched the ice-blue polyester (shiny- All I can say is people have different tastes, I guess.) throw cover that had been trying to hide the various reds underneath.
Someone came back from the second hand store with the news that all household linens were 50% off.  Earlier, Karen had wondered out loud if a person could buy used curtains and reupholster furniture. So off I went to SecondHandLand. For $7, I got a pile of drapes,  a blanket, a sleeping bag liner, a valance, a duvet cover, some curtain lining fabric. There were even 3 tassles and some piping in that bundle. Laundered and dried and ironed (some of) it. Then started ripping seams on the main pieces. Salvaged the tassles and piping. Did some measuring and some sewing.
Not done yet but bedtime snuck up on me. The pix show this afternoon and evening's progress. 
-There's the partially done beast with the various fabric scraps and pieces. And the tassles and piping.
-There's the shot that shows the old red upholstery.
-There's the stack of pillows that get done up to match. (The furniture around this place needs pillows to be comfortable. Plus,  I like pillows. A lot. Plus,  I'm having fun.)

A few shots from our trip to downtown Kyiv on Monday. We roamed the area where the protesters and government forces faced off in the winter. Lots of impressions and emotions. And very vivid memories of what it felt like to 'watch' from afar the last 3 days of fighting (Feb 18 - 20)- following posts on Twitter and Facebook as government forces nearly swamped the last of the protesters and then as the snipers mowed them down that last awful day. And how it felt to go down to the central square here in our city as we saw off our own dear child- the little girl who used to play doctor with all her dolls and teddy bears- she once hooked her teddy up to a working IV- he got soaking wet- No longer a little girl, she's now a 2nd year medical student and spent many hours in Kyiv working in several of the field hospitals there. When we said good-bye to her that night, the snipers were still shooting and the situation looked desperate. The busload from our city was determined, upbeat and sober- but no tears. Most of them were men. Everyone had one or two people seeing them off. The whole lot of us were very sober and quiet...but there were no tears shed that I saw. Thankfully (for us), by the time that bus got to Kyiv, Parliament had passed several measures that halted violence. 

These are just a few of the pix. For the full album, go to this link (on facebook). 

Name of our city (Ternopil) with the name of a local boy who was killed in the fighting; I wonder if this is where he died......

brave new world

More than a month since the last post. Things got really dicey really fast right then and just took my breath away. And it's just been hard to get the 'umph' to write. There have been some very encouraging days in there but also lots of very uncertain days. Ukraine is in brand new territory, feeling her way through. As has been echoed from everyone from the new government on down, We never even thought to prepare a defense of some kind against Russia; we never could have imagined that we'd need one. 

But need it they do. And prepare it they have...or are. 

The army began mobilizing about 3 weeks ago. One of the things the last pres did (the one who was impeached) was to nearly do away with the army (never mind that, number-wise, it's still the largest in Europe). A voluntary conscription was begun and thousands have signed up. Including many relatives and neighbors and acquaintances of my students. And some of my own acquaintances. 

And, of course, lots of military movement and training. And fund raising. 

The bright side of this? There are several, actually. 

-People need each other, they need us, we need them- we all feel it. People are listening intently and with need. And on the streets and in the stores and buses- people are nice to each other. Polite. Kind. It's been interesting to note.

-Not nearly as many drunks. In fact, since the holidays ended mid January, I've seen probably a handful. And usually there were that many a day. 

And that brings me to this: Purpose.

One day, my friend and I were walking along the road and noticed a small dog tearing along in a straight line- Point A to Point B, that was very clear. 

There goes a dog with a purpose, One of us said.

Zoom- another, larger dog goes tearing along hot on the heels of the first dog.

And there goes his purpose, The other one said.

And we laughed.

But we're like those dogs- We need something to focus on, to motivate us, to get us moving in a straight line. We need a purpose. Many Ukrainians have found a purpose that they didn't have. 

There is a better purpose, even, than theirs. I'm glad I have a purpose.