I've Always Liked The Woods

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It's another wet day here in the woods.

Yucky, would be the word.

Everything is slimy.

 

I liked my late Summer into Fall weather.

Sitting outside reading a book while watching

the girls play was heavenly.

 

And, just like that,

it went away and a mean Fall appeared.

 

Meredith Ann has given up on coming downstairs.

She knows she's not going outside.

So, she naps by her heater vent.

 

The rest of the Purr Gang naps on beds.

Ashton and Riley still sit in the windows

 as we will get a few birds for their entertainment.

The Fur Gang keeps me busy

 with their going in and out.

With the wetness, they don't stay out as long.

It stops raining and out they go again.

Nothing like almost two weeks of wet dogs.

 

Me, I've been busy keeping them happy.

They look at me to go outside with them.

Nope, not happening.

I have been known to leave the screen door open

and put the heat on high ..

just for a while ... so, that they will play.

I do spoil them so.

 

Been taking it easy this month.

I took October off of any appointments.

All those health issues of mine did a trip on me.

It all got to me.

 The not being able to control anything that happens.

The one thing I could do is take time off.

Which I have done.

 

Come November though,

 I start in with my new heart Doctor.

Maybe, just maybe,

 I'll only have to keep taking medication

 for my ever so fast beating heart.

I, always being that look at the good side,

 kind of gal,

think the best and hope for it all to go away.

It's how I've made it through

the years of pain I've been in.

 

This month of being home in the

 woods has had me looking back.

I've been thrown a lot of nasty

 stuff by this old body of mine.

I've gotten mad and kept on going.

Each time I have made it out

from the tunnel and walked, a bit slower, away.

This time, though,

the kidney and heart and back problems won't go away.

I've yelled at my woods.

I've lost it over little things.

I've cried til I can't anymore.

 

And, come November, I will be ready.

Cause if nothing else, I am a fighter.

God Dam old body of mine.

We are always at it.

 

And, so each day,

I tell myself that it will be a good one.

I write my list.

I say my little prayer,

 I'm not religious at all,

it's just something I say that calms

 and helps me start my day.

I am thankful to not be in a lot of pain.

I was for several months.

The fear of that coming back,

 knowing what it's like,

well, that alone would make

anyone go hide in the woods.

 

Thankfully, I have always liked the woods.

 

~ JC ~