And here it comes – October 20. 7 years ago, on this day, I crossed the US border. 3 planes, 36 hours on the way, and I’m on the opposite side of the globe. The time difference with Tomsk is 11 hours in summer and 12 hours in winter.
You know what question I was asked most often (well, besides “Where are you from?”) – “How do you like it here?”
Last night rain washed away the city’s dust and dried drops of fog from my car. It left only traces of the Crackle’s nose on the inside of the rear windows.
Last night rain, as usual, came with the wind. A couple of times its gusts made me think WOW! and run to the window to check if the fence was in place. Yep, it happened once that the fence was lying in the place where it should have stood.
…five-thirty in the morning, the first half cup of coffee, I scroll the FB on the phone and see a friend request from a man from Indonesia. He has 3 posts-photos: he, he and a woman in a headscarf, he and a woman in a headscarf with a child in her arms. Not a word in Russian, and only the name of the place of work in English. And … 1284 friends! 1284! I stare at the phone in surprise: how did he “make” so many friends, and most importantly, why?
-You know, when I was a kid, I liked to look in the windows, – I tell my friend.
-Oh, I still do,- Marina says.- I have favorite ones in a house on 1905 street. Every time I pass his house in a trolleybus, I see a beautiful floor lamp, and then I think that someone is sitting there reading…and it becomes so cozy at heart.
Recently, looking at my windows, I remembered this conversation. And my childhood…
I remember two years ago I came home from work and found my husband watching TV. I sat down next to him for a minute… on TV, Tom Cruise was speaking Spanish. At first I thought it was a scene in the movie. Then I realized that the whole movie was in Spanish. And nevertheless Daniel was sitting and watching.
FYI, my husband is from a family of French Canadians, he speaks English and some French. But he doesn’t know Spanish from the word AT ALL.
This situation could have two explanations: 1) my husband was so tired that …well, very tired; 2) the film was so Action, it’s just enough to watch.
Why am I writing this…
We watched a John Wick movie in the evening. In the scenes where guys were supposed to speak Russian, I read the subtitles, because I didn’t understand their Russian at all. So I remembered the case of Tom Cruise in Spanish…
Sunday night. Daniel and I sat on a breezeway. We were sad. His brother, Claude, with wife, Charlene, had just left. A simple dinner with them was the highlight of 2020 for us.
We sat and looked at our own strange yard. The grass is scorched by the sun and trampled by 10,000 steps of 3-5 contractors a day. Next to the hedge is a dump of ladders and stepladders covered with plastic. Not far from it is another pile of boxes with shingles, also covered with plastic. In front of the house, the view is not more beautiful.
-We won’t water the grass this summer,- Daniel said.
You probably wonder why we won’t or why we watered it?
It all began 6 years ago when we started gardening. We set up vegetable gardens in the backyard and arranged several flower beds in front of the house. I understood the need for watering. But I couldn’t understand why we needed to water the grass. This was nonsense.
Nevertheless, I did not argue with my husband – the local climate and customs were a mystery to me. In the hottest season (July), we watered everything: vegetable gardens, flowerbeds, lawn, and even some trees.