Где ты, Дмитрий, моя русская любовь?

My favotite part of my place.

It’s cold and drizzling today so no walk with Tank. Not that he deserves it. He dug a hole under the fence to the alleyway to play with my neighbor’s dog. Luckily, that’s as far as he went.

I’m praying my cold doesn’t last long this time around. Every time I travel to the Eastern side of the state, I come home sick. If I am sick for another 2 months, I’m certain I won’t make it out alive. My lungs are scarred and I can’t break anymore ribs. My oxygen levels were down in the low 90s last time and at one point I swear it was as low as 88. I believe being an organ donor is useless at this point.

I am close to finishing Unit 1 of the Russian language. I have 4 sections left to complete. Do I feel confident with the amount of Russian I’ve learned up to this point? Hell nah. I will be going back through Unit 1 because the Russian language is a bitch. Yet, I can’t stop because I’m devoted to the language. We have been through so much together. Lots of frustration, cursing, cursing, cursing, guessing, and a small sense of accomplishment.

I would like to start learning another language alongside the repeat of Unit 1 Russian. I have thought about Swahili, if I ever find myself back in Africa, which I plan to do before I die. I would live there if I had the means. I almost did when I was 20 years old. I regret it everyday.

Mandarin can kiss my ass for right now, but I know that language would be wise to learn. Just saying.

Speaking of Russia, I am very excited to attend the Anastasia musical here locally on my birthday. It is my utmost favorite Disney “princess” movie. The music is embedded in my memory. I am still waiting for my Russian Dimitri love. Yes, I know he is purely fictional and not just within the romanticized Disney adaptation, but also with the sad reality of Anastasia’s true story.

I need to re-read the Hunger Games collection though technically I could go ahead and read “Sunrise on the Reaping,” since it centers on a young Haymitch, and that is tempting. I have not watched The Ballard of Songbirds & Snakes yet, and I’ve been meaning to for a long time.

Katya, finish the current book you are reading, dammit.

I am almost finished with The Women. It has slowed down tremendously since Frankie returned from Vietnam so I’m at the point where I’m just waiting for the end. I can predict what is about to happen because of the fact it’s being drawn out. I wish she would have just stayed in Vietnam. All the men she gets wrapped up in are not on her level. She’s been through too much shit to settle for what she’s been given. Rye is a shady mother fucker. I wish he would have actually died.

Where did all the drones go? And why was Nebraska never good enough to see one? Only bigger cities were graced with such a phenomenon. Favoritism I guess. *wink*

Title translation: “Where are you, Dimitri, my Russian love?