Published by Hettie D.
My name is Henrietta (Hettie) Dombrovskaya. I was born in Saint-Petersburg, Russian (actually, back then β Leningrad, USSR) in 1963, and immigrated to the United States in 1996.
I love Saint Petersburg, the city I was born and raised in, and I think itβs one of the most beautiful places in the world. Similarly (but differently) I love Chicago, and canβt imagine myself moving somewhere else in the observable future.
I have three children, Igor, Vlad and Anna, all adults living on their own, and one (so far) granddaughter Nadia. I also believe that my children are the best thing that happened in my life.
As for my professional life, I am working in the field of Information Technologies. When I was twenty, Iβve declared that the databases are the coolest thing invented and that I want to do them for the rest of my life. Thirty plus years later, I still believe itβs true, and still, believe that the databases are the best. These two statements together imply that I think a person can have it all, and indeed, I think so! Keep reading my journals to find out how I did it.
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The water is of such an amazing color! Aquamarine π I would be watching it for hours.
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That’s my new fixation π
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Great photos, Hettie. It brings back memories of when I would bicycle to work on the lake front trail. It would be a real pleasure in the morning. In the evening, however, it was mildly stressful. The evening commute combined folks like me, who were escaping home, with others who were just out for a pleasant walk / run / bicycle / rollerblade along the lake: a very different level of attention to traffic and urgency. Eventually a change in jobs made it less practical and, in any case, going south along the lake meant encountering far too much traffic. It was about as pleasant as an idle drive down the Dan Ryan. In any case, I no longer ride so the photos were a nice reminder.
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WHy don’t you ride?
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The very short answer: opportunity costs. Slightly longer: both my bicycle and I would require some rehab first, the bike more than myself, perhaps, but we wouldn’t be going very far at first in any case. These days I’m a bit more interested in whether I can turn my bike into groceries… One less item to deal with when I finally move.
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no pressure:)
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Π₯Π΅ΡΡΠΈ, Π΄ΠΎΠ±ΡΡΠΉ Π΄Π΅Π½Ρ.
ΠΡ ΡΠ°ΠΊ Π»ΡΠ±ΠΈΡΠ΅ Π§ΠΈΠΊΠ°Π³ΠΎ.Β ΠΠ΅Ρ Π»ΠΈ Ρ Π²Π°ΡΒ ΡΠΏΠΈΡΠΊΠ°Β Π»ΡΠ±ΠΈΠΌΡΡ Β ΠΌΠ΅ΡΡ Π³ΠΎΡΠΎΠ΄Π°, ΠΊΠΎΡΠΎΡΡΠ΅ ΡΡΠΎΠΈΡ ΠΏΠΎΡΠ΅ΡΠΈΡΡ?
Π―Β ΠΏΠ»Π°Π½ΠΈΡΡΡ ΠΌΠ°ΡΡΡΡΡ ΠΏΠΎΠ΅Π·Π΄ΠΊΠΈ,Β Π½Π΅ ΠΌΠΎΠ³Π»ΠΈ Π±Ρ Π²Ρ ΠΏΠΎΡΠ΅ΠΊΠΎΠΌΠ΅Π½Π΄ΠΎΠ²Π°ΡΡ, ΠΏΠΎΠΆΠ°Π»ΡΠΉΡΡΠ°, ΠΊΡΠ΄Π° ΡΡ ΠΎΠ΄ΠΈΡΡ Π² Π§ΠΈΠΊΠ°Π³ΠΎ?Β
Π‘ΠΏΠ°ΡΠΈΠ±ΠΎ.
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Π₯Π΅ΡΡΠΈ, Π΄ΠΎΠ±ΡΡΠΉ Π΄Π΅Π½Ρ.
ΠΡ ΡΠ°ΠΊ Π»ΡΠ±ΠΈΡΠ΅ Π§ΠΈΠΊΠ°Π³ΠΎ.Β ΠΠ΅Ρ Π»ΠΈ Ρ Π²Π°ΡΒ ΡΠΏΠΈΡΠΊΠ°Β Π»ΡΠ±ΠΈΠΌΡΡ Β ΠΌΠ΅ΡΡ Π³ΠΎΡΠΎΠ΄Π°, ΠΊΠΎΡΠΎΡΡΠ΅ ΡΡΠΎΠΈΡ ΠΏΠΎΡΠ΅ΡΠΈΡΡ?
Π―Β ΠΏΠ»Π°Π½ΠΈΡΡΡ ΠΌΠ°ΡΡΡΡΡ ΠΏΠΎΠ΅Π·Π΄ΠΊΠΈ,Β Π½Π΅ ΠΌΠΎΠ³Π»ΠΈ Π±Ρ Π²Ρ ΠΏΠΎΡΠ΅ΠΊΠΎΠΌΠ΅Π½Π΄ΠΎΠ²Π°ΡΡ ΠΊΡΠ΄Π° ΡΡ ΠΎΠ΄ΠΈΡΡ Π² Π§ΠΈΠΊΠ°Π³ΠΎ?Β
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ΠΡΠΎΡΡ ΠΏΡΠΎΡΠ΅Π½ΠΈΡ, ΠΊΠΎΠΌΠΌΠ΅Π½ΡΡ Π½Π° Π»ΡΠ±ΠΎΠΌ ΡΠ·ΡΠΊΠ΅, ΠΊΡΠΎΠΌΠ΅ Π°Π½Π³Π»ΠΈΠΉΡΠΊΠΎΠ³ΠΎ, Π½Π°ΡΡΠΎΠΉΡΠΈΠ²ΠΎ ΠΈΠ΄ΡΡ Π² ΡΠΏΠ°ΠΌ, ΠΏΠΎΠΊΠ° Ρ ΠΈΡ Π½Π΅ ΠΎΠ΄ΠΎΠ±ΡΡ! (ΡΡΠΎ Π½Π΅ Ρ ΡΠ°ΠΊ ΡΡΡΠ°Π½ΠΎΠ²ΠΈΠ»Π°). ΠΠ΅ΡΡ Ρ ΠΌΠΎΠ³Ρ ΠΏΠΎΡΠ΅ΠΊΠΎΠΌΠ΅Π½Π΄ΠΎΠ²Π°ΡΡ ΠΌΠ½ΠΎΠ³ΠΎ, ΠΈ ΠΌΠ°ΡΡΡΡΡΠΎΠ² ΠΌΠ½ΠΎΠ³ΠΎ. Π½Π°ΠΏΠΈΡΠΈΡΠ΅ ΠΏΠΎΠΏΠΎΠ΄ΡΠΎΠ±Π½Π΅Π΅, ΠΊΠΎΠ³Π΄Π°- Π½Π° ΡΠΊΠΎΠ»ΡΠΊΠΎ Π΄Π½Π΅ΠΉ, ΠΈ ΠΊΠ°ΠΊΠΈΠ΅ ΠΎΡΠ½ΠΎΠ²Π½ΡΠ΅ ΠΈΠ½ΡΠ΅ΡΠ΅ΡΡ!
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