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Happy New Year!

To all my friends, near and far, real space or online, and to any accidental reader as well, have a very happy new year! By different measures, the upcoming 2010 will be the most boring and the most exciting year for us in a decade. I wish that your year…

Zero loss

A few days ago, Natasha found a couple of small items that we thought were lost during the relocation move, stuffed into a decorative box that we did not think had anything inside. A souvenir small Russian wooden bowl, one of the hedgehogs from Becky’s collection, that type of stuff.…

Child of TV meme

With a tip of the hat to Jason and Konstantin, here is my own confession on having seen too much TV. I’m changing the rules slightly, thinking that my approach provides a better “classification”: Italics if I had enough interest in the show to see a few episodes. Bold if…

Unexpected

I’m walking towards my bus stop one morning, maybe four minutes into my fifteen-minute walk. It’s a crisp clear morning, so I don’t particularly mind the walk. A car pulls up next to me, the driver rolls down his window and asks: “Are you going to the bus stop? Can…

18 again

My oldest friends still recall that November day years ago when I came to classes dressed in a tie and a suit. I don’t know about you but at the college I attended dressing like that marked you out among the crowd of fellow students. I explained that it happened…

Self-improvement

From the “useless trivia about me” department: I always typed with just three fingers. Middle and index fingers of my right hand and index finger of my left – more than sufficient for yours truly. Thumbs for spacebar and some limited use for the other middle finger, otherwise. I am…

A true Halloween

Finally, a Halloween to my kids’ liking. As I mentioned on a few occasions in the past years (for instance, here), the girls did not get to enjoy much of the Halloween in England. Back in the States, it is all different. Houses decorated in dozens inventive ways, with whole…

Belated birthday note

In the fourth year of this blog’s existence, I regressed to the point of neglecting to commemorate one of my children’s birthday. Let’s pretend that it was by design and that I wanted to conceal the fact that I am old enough to have a 15-year-old daughter… Becky’s birthday kicked…

Back from КСП

Combining an outdoor outing with an important staple of our newly-congested social calendar, we went this weekend to the semi-annual КСП festival. КСП, as I once mentioned, is loosely translated into English as Author-performed Song Club. It is a cultural tradition widely spread amongst ex-Soviet intelligentsia: Gathering together around a…

Tree-chopping

High winds in New Jersey. A big branch split off a tree at the edge of our front lawn. Natasha always had a lumberjack fantasy. Not what you thought!     By the time I came home, she already talked a neighbor into taking a chainsaw to the thickest parts……

A little A in Q&A

It’s been almost three weeks since I, in one of the occasional troughs of my blogging “career”, asked my faithful readers for help in generating content in this space. Since then, by force of circumstances, I managed to ignore the resulting questions (although, coincidentally, a large portion of my recent…

… and a pond

We have a nice pond with a little waterfall and fish in the garden.     It caused us quite a lot of pain in the run up to closing the house purchase. We’ve been given several versions of the events by various sources, and were finally able to piece…

No-car commute

An unexpected hold-over from my days on British Isles – I don’t use a car on my commute. We now live only about a mile away from the nearest commuter bus stop. So I walk. My stop is one of the major ones on the same service that I used…

In my own bed

Sleeping in my own bed is nice. It’s not just the fact that we bought nice and soft new mattresses, which are a huge improvement over anything that I remember sleeping on in my life. It’s not only the quiet neighborhood, the chirping of crickets – or whatever the little…

Moving in

I haven’t been wearing my pedometer today, which is a pity, because I must have hit a new daily record with all running up and down the stairs. The movers are here to deliver our old stuff. The stuff that largely has no place in this new house of ours.…