2010 January | Happy Life with a Russian Wife

A Little Bit on Diplomacy, Roles in Marriage, and Hogging the Blanket

admin | January 27, 2010

You cannot imagine how much garbage and how many obsolete things we had thrown out.

Lucky Americans, they have the space to store those bits and pieces :-) . But now when we’ve got rid of them, I feel how the house is becoming more alive and how Ross is getting full of beans.

My plan for the next year is to gradually transform the top floor, because it looks poverty-struck now, in comparison with the ground floor. During the repairs, we have found new application for many unusual and original things from all over the world that Ross had collected for 20 years. Before it, they just gathered dust in the corners like orphans.

On Communicating With a Husband via Letters, Attaching “Energies” to the Rooms, and the Riddle of Snoring.

admin | January 18, 2010

The differentiation of “energies” in the rooms of our house bears along with other meanings the sense of finding some common ground, based on which we can build up everything else. Doing it step by step makes it a good principle, you know. For instance, Ron and I have started from redesigning two rooms. We agreed on each room’s function. Then we agreed on the slogans for each of the rooms. We also agreed to measure everything that surrounds us in the house against those slogans. We have created a kind of a measuring instrument which helps build a comfortable space for both of us. On this occasion, Ron even decided to find a computer program (out of his rich collection) that lets redesign the space of the house.

The Tricks of the Past

admin | January 14, 2010

I think that when our husbands are resisting our good intentions with all their might, they do not resist us. In fact, some kind of trauma from their past is hiding behind every effort of resistance – I guess a trauma from the relationship with their previous wives and mothers.

The Power of Habits

admin | January 11, 2010

My husband told me that my instant desire to remake the world around him raised in him a sense of helplessness, or rather that of losing his own home. He began to feel like a guest in his house. Of course, I also tried to explain that I was in another country, in a house that was strange for me yet, with a foreign language around me, far away from my children and grandchildren, and perhaps my negative feelings were absolutely identical to his.