#adventure notes

June 25, 2024; part one. An evening walk without a specific direction. I like to approach this spontaneously – then there is always a chance to find something interesting, or to feel something that has not been there for a long time: a passing sense of freedom, proximity to distant and forgotten times, a sense of boundlessness and diversity of the surrounding world…

The village of Kamennoye Krivoe. I walk along the main street past the century-old linden alley of the Khomentovskys. The village is surrounded by tall fir trees, behind which there were soft gentle clouds. It's pretty quiet all around. Except that loud music could be heard from the nearby village of Senchuki. There are always an unspeakable number of mosquitoes here, which is understandable: there is a river nearby, a pond on the other side, and the settlement itself is located in a lowland. And everywhere there are shadows from behind old trees, most of which have clearly survived more than one generation here.

June 25, 2024; part two. It's almost ten o'clock at night. I turn onto the road near the border with the neighboring region. It didn't take long to drive through the open area – the forest soon began. Behind it is the village of Zamyshki: calm and modest, with a perfectly paved road. I didn't meet anyone here at such a time.

Two cats ran across my path, one of which, later, became seriously interested in me as a guest. In the center of the village there is a small pond with very clear water. All I could hear was the chirping of crickets in the tall grass. There is a path next to the reservoir that leads somewhere into the field. And then – a rich, warm sunset; immediately the frogs began to arrange their chants.

I drove to the end of the village, which, as it turned out, is by no means large. There is a house on the outskirts here, with the doors completely boarded up. From one angle, it was possible to observe how the sky was rapidly fading in one of his windows, and the night was creeping up unnoticed… And somewhere nearby, as if in spite of this, dogs barked in Volkonosovo, which is next door.

Fog was gathering on the nearby lawns. The local road was pleasing, as well as the new place in which I, one might say, found myself by accident. (If accidents exist at all.) The lanterns lit up, it became even more comfortable; I did not want to return home. Night moths flew to my lantern, and at the exit from the forest darkness, a nimble, small-sized animal ran across the road to me. Maybe a fox. A black cat running across the road is not a good sign, as you know. What about the fox then?

So when my physical disabilities began to make themselves known, when I began losing my abilities, I went from deceptively strong to weaker than I look. Over just a few years I went from throwing TVs around with ease to struggling to hold up a tablet.

But over the past year, I've slowly regained some strength, but my joints dislocated too easily to do much of anything.

But after about three weeks on T, the reduction in dislocations has allowed me to do so much more. A couple days ago, I moved 65lb boxes of tile without my shoulders popping out. I've been doing construction and demolition without needing to spend days recovering. I'm able to exercise again.

Immediate increase in hunger. I've been eating 3 meals a day + snacks everyday (a big change from 1 meal and light snacking)

Increased energy. Enough that I've actually started exercising 😮