For those of you who read the other blogs, you are well aware that, starting March third of this year, I had a health issue that culminated in surgery to remove an unruly fallopian tube. The fancy name for it is serous cystadenofibroma, I call it organ misbehavior. The fallopian tube started growing tumors, then wrapping itself around itself, cutting off blood supply, then it noticed a cyst on the ovary next door and started wrapping around IT and tugging on it! Rude!
I am sorry, but our insides are supposed to stay stationary, not start experimenting with boy scout knots or attacking their neighbors. You behave in such a fashion, you get the boot.
I went from extreme good health, hiking around the steep forest hills that surround our house and almost daily intermediate Pilates workouts, to being barely able to move until two weeks after surgery, performed three weeks ago.
Needless to say, I was not having the greatest time, and was getting a bit cran-ky.
Day Of The Triffids......:)
I am almost 100% back, slowly resuming physical movement, thank God – I was going insane having to lie in bed. Maybe when I was a young, lazy teenager in hot, smoggy Los Angeles it would have been fabulous to lie in bed for almost three months, but not now. However, my biggest issue was not being immobile, but the fact that it was my first Spring in Pitt, and it felt as if I were missing it.
Roses on the front porch in full bloom
When I was in my early twenties, I lived in Minnesota for a year and a half, but it was under different circumstances, and I was nowhere near as wild about the seasons as I am now.
view from the kitchen sink
Well, I have not missed Spring – it is bursting out all over the place. Squirrels and chipmunks roaring across the front porch, rabbits leisurely hopping through the tall wild grass, munching away, baby birds making so much racket that we have to wear headphones when we are working, huge wild turkeys picking their way through our lot with great dignity, the old forest coming back to life, with leaves the size of my head fully open – ah!
Outside the window at the top of the stairs
I am up and walking, and can be outside in the most beautiful weather, in the most beautiful place. It may not be for everyone, but where we live is paradise for us.
I assume that everyone, at some point in their lives, experiences such a deep appreciation for life. I am a bit of a Jane-come-lately to this idea of really being alive, encompassing everything that particular state of being entails, but the upside seems to be a core joy that does not dissolve under the ups and downs of day-to-day living.
I feel pretty damned lucky. Hey, even Bobby the Crow has a girlfriend, a lone crow that sits in one of the trees and waits for him to be put in his big outside cage off the kitchen balcony, where they proceed to bellow at each other for hours.
Bobby looking for his Girlfriend
I know it is a little late, but Happy Spring, everyone.
And Vinnie looking for Bobby.....or eating his food. Siblings, sigh.
Yesterdays Rain, off of the kitchen balcony
Hey, Kel — What wonderful photos! It is so beautiful there, so green — Tony always said it was, but seeing is believing! So glad you’re feeling better and able to enjoy all the flora and fauna that abounds there. And the debonaire Robaire has a honey — that’s so cool!
Loved that photo of Vinny scarfing up BD’s munchies, too — he’s such a cute little scallywag… Thanks for sharing!
Hey Judi Hollywood (Love the monniker!) –
This is why I want you to come out here and live so badly! Our street might as well be called “JF in Paradise Lane”, lol.
Not to mention PA is doing much better than CA insofar as jobs available.
The debonaire Robaire and his Gal-Pal decided to start making their day plans at 5:30 this morning. I can appreciate getting up early and starting the day prepared, but those two really make a mockery of those of us who might be night owls and do not hit the hay until at least one p.m……….