Saturday, November 15, 2014

A series of well put-together cats



Our two cats were born just two days after arriving in Ukraine in 2011 when Yulia's grandmother's cat had kittens. Ever since we started this blog I've been wanting to dedicate a post just to them...so here it is.

Introducing Laska:


And Levko:


Their arrival in the world coincided with our arrival in Ukraine. Therefore, we cannot conceive of being here without them. They have been our companions ever since we moved here.

Their names are both Ukrainian. Yulia chose the name, Laska, and I chose Levko. Laska means both tenderness and affection and, interestingly enough, weasel. Levko is a man's name in Ukrainian, but it also translates to "little lion." I had a little lion stuffed animal when I was very young, and so I sort of named Levko after him.

Levko shortly after opening his eyes
He had such beautiful blue eyes as a kitten!
Laska was pretty darn cute too!

Levko and Laska are a never ending source of entertainment. Levko has no shortage of funny faces. From scary serial killer looks...


to affectionate hugs with his sister.

We didn't force them to pose like this. They did this naturally. We swear!
He is very expressive. We can look at him and know just what words are going through his head.

"Who put me in this oven???" (He crawled in there by himself)

"What is that apparatus in your hand?"

"What--you've never seen anyone sleep in an overturned hamper balanced on a pile of sand before??"


Laska is the relative vegetarian of the pair. Along with meat and cat food, she will steal cucumbers and persimmons from the table. 

Laska snacking on a persimmon

While Levko is the more rugged of the two (I found him sleeping on a pile of nails in the garage once), Laska cannot take such a beating. She's the one that will perch on our windowsill and look in at us staying warm by the fire on cold, rainy days. It's hard for us to resist letting her in...until she swipes a persimmon from the table. She would look particularly battered after I gave the cats flee baths when they were young. 

Sorry darling! We did it because we care about you!

Agile Laska also prefers stalking small flashy objects such as ribbon on a string or a wiggling finger.



She'll jump four feet in the air to catch it and then growl at Levko to stay away from her kill. As adults here in the countryside she goes for mice and salamanders. Levko prefers big game such as hamsters, rats, and, no kidding, small hares and weasels! One day Yulia informed her parents and me that, "Левко вбив ласку" ("Levko killed laska" [remember laska is both our cat's name and weasel). We had to pause for a second. 

"What? ... Seriously??" Yulia's dad asked. Either Laska the cat or a weasel were equally improbable to us. It ended up being a weasel and not our cat.

In conclusion, we think Levko and Laska have made us cat people. Take a look at this picture.


I woke up one morning and decide to make Yulia breakfast in bed. I was on a sourdough bread/pretzel kick at the time. So what did I decide to make Yulia? Something resembling a heart and two cat heads (Yulia had already eaten the "I" and "U" shaped pretzels by the time this picture was taken).

I think it's pretty safe to say that these furry little creatures have penetrated our psyche. They have made our lives so much more rich and interesting since their arrival. The good news for them is that, sometimes, all they have to do is just sit there to get the job done.

Laska and Levko's eye

Sunday, November 9, 2014

Health and sickness

Getting into the water at Rakovets Spring just outside of Lviv. People say that wading in the water here is healing.

Before I met Yulia in my mid twenties it was common for me to get sick. Most of the time I would just get colds, but I also experienced maladies like strep throat, the flu, and shingles. I considered getting sick several times a year normal.

I have always been interested in healthy eating, but I was usually a couple steps away from health. I knew eating fruits and vegetables was important, for example, and considered microwavable dinners and pasta sauce to be a good source of these foods. Microwavable meals usually have a section with vegetables (and a fruit cobbler for dessert), and pasta sauce is made out of blended tomatoes, peppers, and other healthy things (I thought). I was definitely consuming a proper balance of grains, fruits, vegetables, meat, dairy, and eggs--just like the food pyramid taught us in school. Nonetheless, I didn't realize that I wasn't as healthy as I could be.

But an interesting thing happened after I met Yulia--I stopped getting sick. After we started living together, doing laundry together, traveling together, and doing pretty much everything together, it only followed that we ate together. I adopted some of Yulia's ways--eating wholes foods instead of packaged foods, and Yulia adopted some of my ways--going out to eat very often. This eventually blended into a new way of eating that made sense for the both of us. Even though I was eating a balance of foods before I met Yulia, there were many, many foods that I ate and Yulia didn't.

Yulia didn't drink alcohol much, for example, and she didn't like being around people who drank a lot. Although I was fond of drinking at the time, I figured that cutting down so that I could date the most beautiful and interesting women I had ever met was an acceptable trade off. Although Yulia would drink a little here and there when I first met her, we don't drink at all at this point in our lives.

Yulia didn't eat any processed foods and food additives. When we would go shopping together, and I would get something that had these things in it, she would point them out to me on the ingredients list. What she said made sense to me. What good do artificial flavors do to your body, anyway? People have lived for a long time without them. Surely it would be possible for me to survive, so I gave it a try.

I also stopped eating meat after Yulia and I started dating. This actually wasn't a big step for me. I had dabbled in vegetarianism a few times before that, so it was easy to make the transition. For about three years now, we have also almost stopped eating dairy and eggs and have continued feeling pretty good.

I'm not sure what, exactly, contributed to my better health after making these changes, but I know that there's something about taking these things out of my life that changed me for the better. In fact, Yulia has not seen me sick the whole time she has known me.

Unfortunately, I did come down with a really bad cold and sinus infection in September. I suspect two culprits--a severe lack of sleep and an increase in the amount of junk foods I was eating.

The lack of sleep was due to a trip to Poland to pick up my car from America at a port on the Baltic Sea. I only got three hours of sleep while resting my head on my rucksack on the seat next to me while on the overnight bus there. On the drive back to Lviv I got approximately one hour of sleep. I remember dozing off before driving through Warsaw. When I woke up I could still see the glow of the city lights on the horizon. Mix that with several spoon fulls of bureaucracy induced stress, and I think that sets up pretty good conditions for a weakened immune system.

But although I suspect a lack of sleep to be one of the reasons why I got sick, I don't think it's the main reason why. I've dealt with heaps of stress and no sleep in the period I've known Yulia and never came down with a cold as a result of that. It makes me think that the straw that broke the camel's back was the junk food that I was eating at the same time. I had to go to Poland in the middle of my parents' visit to Ukraine. For the two weeks they were here we treated everyday like a holiday. On holidays like Christmas and Easter I allow myself to eat food that I normally don't eat--things like cake, for example, that have sugar, milk, eggs, and, depending on the baker, food coloring. But I suppose that eating this way for an extended period was just too much. I should have known better, but I let myself go.

While I was sick, Yulia's parents took my parents, Yulia, and me to Rakovets Spring just outside of Lviv to enjoy some natural beauty and drink some spring water. People say that wading around the pool of spring water there is healing for all sorts of maladies. Yulia and I got in and walked around just for fun. I can't say that my sinus infection was healed, but I did feel a small sense of accomplishment after I got into the very cold water and toughed it out.  It does get easier to stay in the water after walking around the pool several times.


But what I really learned from this whole experience is that there are no quick fixes. I have found a way of living that has helped me stay healthy for long periods of time and that I should not compromise, especially when I am around people that I care about. Instead, I should probably use family get-togethers to show people how Yulia and I eat and live and to encourage them to try it out. If how we live works for other people, great. If not, they will hopefully be motivated to find a diet and lifestyle that work for them. I now think that it is possible for most people to make the common cold an uncommon event.

By writing this blog post I hope to reinforce my own commitment to staying on track. I hope that talking about my experience in a public way will make me less likely to slip up in the future. Secondly, this will serve as a heads up for friends and family who read this blog--so hold off on the cheesecake the next time I visit. OK? :) Lastly, I hope that all readers of this blog might take a moment and reflect on their own habits. I, by no means, am an exceptional person. I have plenty of flaws and have made plenty of mistakes in my past, but I think its worth embarrassing myself. I hope that by writing about this, others might notice similar patterns in their own lives and make some positive changes to fix their own unhealthy patterns, regardless if they are similar or different to my own.

Friday, October 24, 2014

First Frost, First Snow

We've been having a warm fall here in western Ukraine. Yulia and I have been wearing shorts while working and watching the bees fly around contently. Our garden looked like this two weeks ago:


But this morning we woke up to snow covered geraniums, nasturtiums, and marigolds. The blooms hadn't even been browned by winter's first frosts. This was both the first frost and first snow.


What month is it? October??


Our cat, Laska, figured out that the door to the pichka (pronounced, peechka) is also the door to warmth during these cold days.


Levko the copycat reasoned that it would be even warmer if he nuzzled right up against the metal door!


In the end they realized that it is even warmer when they are together.


Warm wishes where ever you are!

Our clematis, frozen in mid-bloom

Sunday, October 19, 2014

Small World

From left to right: Me, my father-in-law's friend, my father-in-law, my father's cousin. We were all connected before Yulia and I even got married. Let me tell you how...

After fleeing Ukraine during World War Two, my grandmother stayed in touch with friends from her town in Ukraine. She was a dedicated letter writer and sent letters and photographs of her life in America back to Ukraine.

When Yulia and I got married, my father-in-law met my family and learned that my grandmother was from the town of Lopatyn. A few weeks later he was talking with his friend and former roommate from the military.

"Which town are you from?" my father-in-law asked his friend.

"Lopatyn," he replied.

"I thought that sounded familiar. My new son-in-law from America actually has a grandmother from Lopatyn."

It turns out that, not only are they from the same town, but that my grandmother sent letters to his mother! She saved all of my grandmother's letter and pictures. He still  has photographs of my dad from when he was a boy!

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During my parents' visit we met with my father-in-law's friend. He showed us old photographs of my family (pretty neat that someone you've never met before and who lives 7,000 miles from home has pictures of your family!) and took us to my grandmother's town. We went only to see my grandmother's house, which he claimed is still standing. Unfortunately, we didn't know of any family still living there.

When we arrived in Lopatyn our friend stopped by his relatives to ask where my grandmother's house is, exactly. Well, it turns out that his relative is actually my dad's cousin! Really small world!

An unexpected family reunion full of emotion. The woman in pink is my dad's aunt
They took us to my grandmother's house, which is only a few doors down from them. It is currently being lived in by someone who is not related to us, but it was nice to see that they are taking care of the house. In the picture below, you can see that they are renovating it. They put on a new roof and seem to have just completed an addition in front.


My grandmother's cousin still lives there too.

She is the woman wearing blue and yellow
We went to the local cemetery and saw my great-grandfather's and great-uncle's grave. They are buried together.


My family is no stranger to tragedy. My great-grandfather died when he was 31 (just one year older than me). His family had a homestead, and they owned several horses. "Beautiful animals," my grandmother would always tell me as tears ran down her eyes telling the story. When the barn suddenly caught fire one day, my great-grandfather rushed in to release the horses so they wouldn't be burned alive. Tragically, he himself died of burn wounds after selflessly giving his life.

My great-uncle (my grandmother's little brother) died in 1944 when he was 13 years old. He was walking on the roadside and found a device of some sort that I imagine piqued the interest of the young boy. He went over to examine it, and it blew him up. It was a Soviet booby trap.

It was interesting listening to everybody talk about their memories. This is a kind of history that you just don't find in books. For example, I learned that my family helped hide a Jew from their village during the war. It contradicts the tired stereotype of "fascist" western Ukraine that persists until today.

Lastly, I was encouraged to see things moving forward in Lopatyn. We got to see the orphanage that my father remembered my grandparents always sending money and my old clothes to. They didn't make much money in America--my grandfather worked in a butcher shop and my grandmother in a sewing studio--but they didn't let this be an excuse for why they couldn't donate to help the people "back home."


My relatives are completing work on a new building on their property. They'd like to open a small shop there when they are finished.


Looking good so far! I wish them the best of luck!

Sunday, September 14, 2014

A slow learner


I must confess that out of the dozens--maybe hundreds--of pictures that I've taken of Yulia, this series always stands out in my mind. There's something about these photos that captures why Yulia is so special to me.

They are not particularly good pictures. Some of them are blurry. The weather is not great either.


After thinking about it, I've realized that I like them so much because they summarize, fairly accurately, why I love Yulia so much.



After getting married, but before moving to Ukraine, we took a trip to New England. Yulia had never been to this part of the country before, and she wanted to see it before we left.

After living for several years in the vast sprawl of the Midwest, the geographic intimacy of this place was a welcome change. The mountains of New England isolate towns and villages that appear to be neighbors on the map. It was curious to wind our way through the hilly roads and discover quaint farms and historic towns in the tucked away pockets of these small states.

I decided to take Yulia to a bed and breakfast that my parents and I stayed at the summer before I started kindergarten. Some of my earliest memories are from this hotel, and I can still remember things like walking down the narrow staircase to breakfast and seeing the natural rock formation known as the Old Man of the Mountain.

Unfortunately, by the time Yulia and I visited twenty years later, the rock formation had collapsed. The hotel was not as I remembered it either. Instead of putting us in the historic inn, the owners assigned us to an outbuilding that looked like it hadn't been remodeled since the 1970s. It was not part of the 200 year old original inn, but an addition that looked like a run down roadside motel.

After dropping our bags in the room we went back to ask the innkeepers if there were any available rooms in the original bed and breakfast. It seemed as if we were the only guests there. The receptionist asked us if we had already entered the room. We told her that we just put our bags in it. She informed us that since we had opened the door she couldn't give us another room without charging us for the one we already entered.

We went to a nearby lakeside park. The ski trails and swimming area were visible, but it was too warm for the former and too cold for the latter.


But Yulia didn't care that things were less than ideal. She got up on a rock by the lakeside and started to wobble around. She was having a ball even though it was so cold that she had to wear a knit hat in June.

This is Yulia's personality. If something doesn't happen the way we expect or want it to, she finds the bright side. She refuses to let her environment control how much she enjoys something. She believes in making her own fun.

That day Yulia did not care that I didn't provide her the experience of staying at an historic New England bed and breakfast. She was happy to be with me and to serve as a source of entertainment for us on a cold, cloudy day in an empty park.


Even though it was early in our marriage, I should have learned something from her, but I didn't. Several weeks later we were in Ukraine, and I was getting frustrated. We no longer had a car and sweated while standing for hours at a time on crowded, stuffy minibuses traveling from her grandparents village to Lviv on horrifically potholed roads.

We went to the Carpathian Mountains in search of property for sale. The buses there were so crowded one day that we couldn't even board them in order to get from town to our hotel. We took a walk on an abandoned railroad, and I yelled at Yulia. How could we possibly live here? The public transportation was inefficient. It wasn't possible to get around. But these complaints we just the trigger. I let everything pour out. The people around us smelled. People just threw garbage on the ground. Infrastructure, like the railroad, was crumbling. Men just sat around drinking and smoking, not bothering to notice the work that needed to be done all around them. "How could people live like this?" I demanded from her.

"What did you do to make America the way it is? Did you fix the roads there? Did you clean up garbage? Someone else always does these things for you in the United States." I feebly countered that I picked up trash for community service in high school and served for a year in the military when I was eighteen, but when all is said and done, that was just a drop in the ocean.

I did care about making the world a better place. As a graduate student I elaborated on lofty theories in academic essays. I wrote about concrete things like architecture and urban planning thinking that I was making a difference in the real world. I didn't realize at the time that I still had a lot to learn.

It was easy to be negative and to complain that day in the Carpathians. I was taking cheap shots at a disadvantaged country and culture. It was one of my low points.

I've learned that it takes a strong person to be like Yulia. She is much tougher than me in many ways, and her good attitude is misleading. It disguises her toughness. She was trying to teach me something by wobbling around on that rock in New Hampshire, but it took me a long time to learn what. I am, of course, a slow learner.

I'm trying to learn from my mistakes. I can't always put us in positive environments. The world can be dreary and the world can be depressing. Friends betray our trust. People can be cruel. There are some who lie and try to humiliate us. But it is my responsibility as her husband to create a positive atmosphere when that atmosphere is missing. Yulia has done it for me. Now I need to find out how to do it for her.


Right now is an especially trying time for us for many reasons. We're witnessing a lot of changes in the world. Negativity is coming from many places at once. We may be posting less frequently as we navigate through this and focus on taking care of each other. We will also be busy hosting my parents during their visit to Ukraine while juggling several other things. We are eagerly looking forward to welcoming them to our new home.

Until next time, warm regards!



Thursday, August 28, 2014

Images from western Ukraine in August

August: So many different things seemed to have happened this month! I am writing this while a cold rain falls during an especially dark night, yet the pictures from earlier in the month depict an abundance of warmth. Can those really be from the same season?? We also started bringing new furniture into our home as we are finishing renovating certain rooms in our house. It feels absolutely amazing to walk around in socks on a clean floor! Yulia and I took a trip to the city together, so this series of pictures will include both the country and the city.

Me admiring our Cherokee White Eagle corn. This is one of our "three sisters" plots, which consist of corn, beans, and squash. I've never grown corn from start to finish before, so I'm especially excited that it seems to be doing well so far.


What happens when the power goes out :)

Toma's favorite spot

Patty pan squash...

...stuffed with goodies

Was that food on the veranda in the last picture?
Yup. Thanks to our new wicker furniture!

"Light weight" is definitely a theme for us as the bamboo dresser and cardboard hanging light show. The house still isn't done yet, which is why there are clothes in baskets and bags. They are waiting for us to make a closet in what will be the bedroom. And you heard correctly--that is a cardboard light. It's from the "I love Karton" (cardboard) people. It's amazing what they can do with this material. If you are interested, see some photos of their work here: Love Karton.

Some neat stuff they were selling at the art and urban exploration fest in Lviv. 

Still can't get enough of the great work that was on display there

There is inspiration everywhere. We'd like to install similar shutters on the windows of our house when the time comes.

Who says you can't grow trees if you don't have any land? A second floor balcony is all you need!

And the grapes are beginning to ripen. Definitely August!