Earlier this week I gave a hint at some exciting news around my house that was making not only me happy but also my dogs. Vickie wondered whether a new cat had moved in next door (she was awarded the prize for the most interesting guess, btw)
My news is absolutely HUGE….. to me. You probably won’t have any trouble dialing it down a bit when you read about it, because – well, it IS only my ability to take the dogs for a walk…a 2 mile walk; by myself!!
Yes, after over four months of living in a bad scene from the movie Groundhog Day, I can finally say that I am making great strides in my recovery. Strides. Get it? (Yes, I know it’s corny, but I’m high on life right now so let’s pretend that was funny).
It’s been over a month since I tried walking the dogs by myself. The last time I ended up with a terribly swollen abdomen and incision pain for days afterward. What a difference a month can make!
So, to commemorate this next chapter in my life – the one where I begin the slow journey back to that physically strong woman I vaguely remember, I leave you with some photos that I took on what I’m now appropriately referring to as ‘The Best Walk EVER’.
The official Start of our walk together:
Some beautiful foliage along the way:
We came to one of Brulee and Emmie’s favorite holes. I don’t know what lives under that uprooted tree, but the dogs always, without fail, pay a visit.
This photo came out a bit fuzzy because Emmie was getting frustrated that we were stopping to take so many photos and she jiggled the camera a bit. Still, look at those colors!
And finally, on our way back to the car. Is it any wonder why I’m painting nothing but trees right now?
Being able to take my dogs for a walk is a goal that I’ve been waiting to achieve since the beginning of summer. Being able to actually do it and suffer no consequence makes me feel like my body starting to forgive me for allowing this surgery.
I’ve been so inspired by my progress and the colors of the trees lately, that I’ve begun a series of inspirational quote paintings. Here is one I finished earlier this week:
“I am still standing. Through wind, rain or drought. I am rooted, still.”
And that about sums things up right now.
Have a great weekend, everyone.