Rocking July Away With The Purr And Fur Gang

I thought you ought to see the fabulous rocking chair

which I sit in while enjoying the warm afternoons.

It's one of those Summer stay outside do not mold kind of chairs.

Just right for the beach place.

I say beach but it's not the Ocean.

It's an inlet that is either a big lake or a sandy beach

with oysters and sand dollars and shells.

That kind of beach.

All depends on the moon and it's tides.

And, as I was saying, this is my rocking chair.

I have several.

Always have had them.

Always will.

As I was rocking out to my tunes,

my sweet puppies were near by.

I swear I saw them swing their tails to the music.

They look like rock and roll dogs don't they !?!

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And, since I have this writing forum,

 I thought I'd mention where did July go ?

I looked at the cat calendar hanging on my wall,

just above my puter screen and I am simply shocked

to see that my August 1st Doctors appointment is tomorrow.

Shocked !!!

Just saying .. Where ?

I am not prepared for August.

Not one bit.

I'll have to go check with Jasmine Marie

since she's Siamese and so very wise.

She'll know what happened I'm sure.

~ JC ~

Rocking In My Chair

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I have been sitting on the deck.
Rocking in my chair.
The table next to me has a beer and sunscreen on it.
The glass I am drinking from has a bee design.
It's a fancy design that I found
while dining in Cannon Beach, Oregon.
I ordered plates and glasses online.
I have them here at my beach place.
Anyway, that is what my lovely Scottish Ale is in.
I sit with an ice pack on my right back.
Hoping that this time it will improve.
I will get up and my leg is better.
Not this disaster that it has become.
I sometimes forget who I now am.
I decide to walk to here or there and
am reminded very fast that I am
indeed not who I used to be.
Silly really how simple a thing walking is.
Everyone does it.
They don't even think about it.
I have had it taken away from me
four or five times now.
I had six really good years.
I hid in my woods and 'it' didn't find me.
Then one day, it did.
Like it was looking everywhere for me.
When it found me, it celebrated.
It was thrilled.
Me, not so much.

So, as I type this I am dealing with the
reality of what my old cat lady body
is and I am not doing ok with it.
Mentally, I am better.
I think that happens when you realize
that there is nothing you can do.
I still have hope though.
At least for now.
And, I have pain pills, at least for now.
When those run out, that will be terrible for me.

And, this having to depend on others for everything
well, it's going to get old fast.

But, for today, I sit in the sun.
I remember walking.
Of all the things that one can remember,
walking without pain
is the one I want so much.

~ JC ~