When a quantity does matter

…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?

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Hello Autumn

Hello autumn! I missed you.

-What are you knitting?- Daniel asked

-I want to knit a sweater, – I answered

-Why do you need a sweater now? After all, the day after tomorrow summer-perplexed (however, as usual)  my husband

-Well, it‘s cold in the library in the summer because of the AC, so I’m preparing for the summer, – I

I lied. In fact, I start to miss autumn in the spring.

I don’t get along with summer. It’s true. Since childhood.

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Professional

This is not an ad or a review. This is what has accumulated over five weeks of hot summer and home renovation work.

With bright eyes and joy in his voice, Daniel announced that a solution for the design of the front door was found. 

 -You can’t  imagine! I didn’t know what they could do!

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Long-term construction in American style

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. 

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His not perfect nor american wife

I used to think that you should only write blog posts about  success, positive or at least funny stories.

But how can I come up with something fun and positive if I’m feeling guilty?

I always feel guilty when Dan has to go to work and I stay home. I think I should earn more money, do more housework, be smarter, better etc, and generally that he deserves … an American wife.

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Different vs Unusual

-I cannot wait until the contractors finish the job, – Daniel.

-Let’s face it. You created such an unusual design. It took them forever even to start.

-Well, yes…no. I would call it different, – disagreed Daniel and continued his breakfast.

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Mirror balls vs bookmarks

The truck made a grating sound and stopped right in front of our house. I looked out the window and noticed an unpleasant emptiness.

A week ago, there was a ball hanging outside the window.  It was not a regular balloon. It was a Styrofoam ball covered with shards of plastic mirror.

My thoughts went back 6 and a half years.

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Letter to my friend, November 2013

“Hi, Olya!”, I yelled into the phone and heard my own echo, “can you imagine Daniel listening to my clumsy English and not even interrupting?”

Do you remember how I lived when we met? I cooked, washed, did the dishes, took out the trash, worked in the garden, went to two parent meetings at the same time. Then I learned to plan everything very much in advance, make lists and analyze. I learned to lie and flatter, and even read minds. When my ex-husband asked “Tell me honestly..?”, I clearly gave him what he wanted to hear.

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