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Monthly Archives: December 2015
Patty L Fletcher December 22 2015 A house, what is a house? A house is nothing more than wood and nails, or concrete and steel. A house sits on a foundation and waits for people to live in it. A … Continue reading
Patty L Fletcher December 19 2015 When last I left off with my tail, Campbell and I had just returned from an awesome weekend getaway which had begun with a trip to the Northeast Tennessee disABILITY Resource Center and a … Continue reading
A house, what is a house? A house is nothing more than wood and nails, or concrete and steel. A house sits on a foundation and waits for people to live in it. A house can take on the personality of those who live within. It does so by the things the people living within dress it in, put on in and around it, and how they live their lives while keeping residents there, as well as the energy they leave behind.
Memories. What are memories? Do they hold power over us, or do we hold power over them? If there are memories in a house, will those memories be other places as well? Some say no. Some say that you can leave them behind inside that house. I say this is incorrect. I learned my first lesson concerning this years ago, long before I was even a grown woman.
Long ago when I was around five or so, we lived in a rental. It was a roomy old house. Open spaces and plenty of yard, on a hill though it was. There were neighbor kids to play with, and life was all around to explore. A few years later when I learned we were to move, I felt sad. I was frightened I’d lose the good feelings I got every time I thought of the house. I feared I’d forget my friends and the awesome summer we’d had the season before, and I feared they’d forget me.
What I learned was this. The memories went with me. I went with me, and I held the power as to whether I remembered those or not.
I have to say this came as a surprise to my young self, and it has taken quite some time for me to grasp the entire scope of that experience.
Now I have some real thought on the subject, after having once again been faced with a similar question. Let me speak on it…
Just the other day I was singing the praises of my home. I was talking of its spacious size and how I longed to fill it with the laughter and happiness of life. I spoke of how I wanted to create the memories of smells of holiday cooking, and of family visits. I talked of its awesome location and the great and wondrous freedoms it allowed me to have, and I spoke of how wonderful it was to come home in the middle of the day from an early morning out, crack open a cold beer and sit on the swing just to while the fall afternoon away in the sun Campbell at my feet and the world going by all around us.
As I finished the one I was chatting with said, “But don’t the memories of times with your EX haunt you some?” I thought about this a moment and then said, “The memories of that time are inside me. No matter where I go there they are. I decide when I think of them, and what makes that happen. No object from inside the house, hell! Not even the house itself can do that. I’ve even come to the point where I am ready to work on the bed room we used to share at times and make it in to a room for the animals.”
As I sit here now, in the apartment of a great and awesome friend of mine having morning coffee, and working this out in my head, I am struck again with the simplicity of it all. The point to all this my friends is very simple. “Where ever you go, there you are.” You can move to ten different locations in the world. Literally go to ten different countries if you wish, but if you think about what you’re attempting to escape, you are there.
As we are now full in to the Solstice, whether Winter in the Northern hemisphere, or Summer in the Southern, makes no difference. The power is high, and the time for leaving the old behind and drawing the new is here.
Take this time to leave that which haunts you behind, and start anew.
As you go through your day recite these few words. See if they don’t make a difference in your life.
“Hand to hand, heart to heart, give to me, a brand new start.”
“”If you believe it it is so.”
“Magik is the force of will by the use of imagination”
Weekend Getaway: and Coping With Manic Panic Mode By Patty L Fletcher – December 19 2015 Friday dawned unseasonably warm. I was unsure quite what to wear at first. I looked at and rejected several combinations of clothes before finally settling … Continue reading
Good morning from The Satellite Campbell Kingdom! We’ve been up sense about twenty till four this AM. We’ve been awake and coming to life, sense about fifteen after or so.
Having someone to share the morning with is awesome. Having someone to share the morning with who loves coffee as much as I do, or more, is even more awesome!
Having someone who takes that first strong, hot, life giving pot seriously as do I if not more, is almost priceless.
This morning has been a true gift. One that I will never take for granted. While I fed and walked Campbell, Bobby made that first pot of coffee of the day. You know? The one that helps you turn from Night-Time Monster to Human? If you don’t drink coffee you don’t understand.
By the time Campbell and I blew in from the morning’s frosty sniff fest the coffee was done and My Sweetie Pie was pouring me a cup. Now, here I am just enjoying the last of that pot, and have made a second. I took care of that while he was going through his own morning routine. Seems as if we both have our morning routines, and I enjoy having someone to not only share the morning with who loves coffee, but someone who understands the value of morning routine. Each day we spend hanging out and getting to know one another is to me like unwrapping yet another gift, and then another. It is like Christmas every day. Not sense I had my experience with Campbell have I enjoyed something quite so much.
It is an awesome feeling to go out in to the cold morning’s air, enjoy that quiet time with Campbell and watch him have his own enjoyable wake up time, then come back in to the warmth of a happy loving home. It is even more awesome to do that and have someone waiting there who is glad you’re back in and who wishes to share their morning with you. Even when we are hanging out doing different things we are connected. As I sit here typing and drinking my morning coffee, I can hear him off to my right, sitting in his recliner, playing on his phone, drinking his morning coffee, lost in his own private world. I wonder, is he listening to and watching me as I am him? Or, is he lost completely in what he is doing? The only way to find out is to break the spell we are currently under. I wish not to do this and so I simply let it wait.
I wish all a great day and hope you continue reading about me, Campbell and the new things we’re doing and learning. We are living life now in a whole new and awesome way, and it is way important to us that you know of it. Why? Because it will help you understand folks with disabilities such as mine and beyond. I have many different friends, who have many different situations, and each is unique in its own way, and they will show themselves within my writing, and reading about the things we all do and how we do them, will increase those reading’s knowledge and help the continuation of my mission. What is my mission? To lessen the boundaries between people everywhere, and to show that while we are all different and awesome in our own selves, we are also connected in many ways, and not quite so different from one another after all.
Blessid Be this day!
Written December 20 2015 7:01 AM
While visiting with Bobby D in Knoxville Tennessee
“Well? I’m Glad For All Yall” Patty L Fletcher – November 9 2015 Thanksgiving that year dawned with all the excitement of cooking, cleaning and getting ready for the big day ahead. I was to celebrate with two families that … Continue reading
In the coming days, I will be reviewing my first book, Campbell’s Rambles: How a Seeing Eye Dog Retrieved My Life why am I doing this? I have been re-reading my book. I am reading it via the Kindle app, … Continue reading
I get the strangest questions and comments when I go out and about, and I thought I’d share some with you. One of the funniest stories happened soon after my coming home with Campbell. A friend and I were walking … Continue reading
As I have been going through many changes over these last few months, I am finding that over all I truly am improving, and while I still have miles to go before I sleep, I believe I am further along … Continue reading
CAMPBELL’S CALAMITIES #10
“King Campbell, Contact, and Me”
by Patty L. Fletcher
Hello, friends and neighbors! Welcome to another edition of Campbell’s Calamities. Today and next time, I’m going to tell you the story of what’s been going on with us this past week or so, both at home and at work. Campbell and I hope you’ll come along with us and enjoy the tale. There certainly were some real calamities involved!
On Monday of this past week, Campbell and I overslept. When we woke up, I saw we had only about 20 minutes to get ready and catch the first bus out for the day. I was ever so glad that I’d showered before bed the night before and had laid out my clothes and other work items. I rushed round feeding Campbell and the cats, trying to gulp down a cup of instant coffee as I readied myself for the day ahead.
Once out the door, Campbell seemed a bit off. He was loping along as if he had all the time on earth. I was urging him along with soft but firm “Hup, hup!” commands, trying to get him on down the trail.
When we finally arrived at the bust stop, I parked him and then heeled him around to my left and prepared for the arrival of the bus. But somehow, unknown to me, I was not standing in the correct position, so when the bus pulled up, I was off center. When I signaled Campbell, he didn’t do what I wanted, because my body language was just too far off.
Also, I was saying to him, “To the corner and drop the ramp!” The driver had already done this and was thus confused, because she thought I was speaking to her. I was trying to get Campbell to associate that phrase with going to the corner. My hope was that we would move to the corner as the bus pulled into position. The idea was good, but the way I executed it sucked! I thought to myself: Any Seeing Eye staff member seeing this would think I never paid one whit of attention in class! I decided I’d rework this; I would no longer say that phrase while giving him signals with my hand. I chided myself silently, saying to myself, Just stick with what you know.
Finally we were on the bus, and I hoped that would be the end of the Monday Morning Madness. However, it was only the beginning.
As we made our way to our seat, unknown to me or the bus driver, one of the wheelchair straps used to hold the chairs in place during transit was on the floor. I promptly tripped over it and sat down very hard in the seat. I was sure glad it was there behind me. After I finally untangled my feet from the straps, we were settled and on our way.
Things in the Contact office were busier than normal; it seemed we were getting calls from people with unusual requests. That caused us to really have to think outside the box, plus spend time looking for information we don’t use on a regular basis.
I didn’t get my paperwork done as quickly as I would have liked, so I was only able to review one of the two books I’d need for my training class later in the week. On top of that, I had a ton of case reports to write up and turn in, plus shifts that were still open that would have to be filled; it was looking more and more as though I might have to fill them myself. By the end of the day, I was feeling more than a little stressed out. Between my work situation of late and troubles connected with my home life, I wasn’t sure just how much more I could stand.
Once Campbell and I were home for the evening, we both began to relax. It was more than obvious that he was as stressed as I was. Once again, I noticed that my boy wasn’t quite himself, but I honestly thought he was merely reacting to my stress. So I tried to appear calmer and to reassure him as much as I could.
At work on Tuesday, things were not so bad on the phones, and we slid through without much hassle. On Wednesday, though, things were not great at all!
I spent all day long working with and proofreading a book used by people who are working shifts from home, but at 3:30 p.m., my supervisor informed me I’d been using the wrong copy. To say I was displeased was an understatement. Then my supervisor and I got into a heated discussion concerning other things that were going on. Because I was frustrated about multiple issues, he and I did not communicate well. The meeting ended with me wanting to let him know just where he could put his policy. I’m glad I didn’t do that, but I did shove the door shut very loudly on my way out.
I went home and soon learned that on top of everything else, my pup was not feeling well. I had known he was a bit off. He’d been so all week, but now he was presenting upset stomach symptoms. I knew no good could come from it if I didn’t get it under control fast. I tried several people before finding someone to help me get what I needed.
It was very upsetting to me to realize that my support system was dwindling, that people I’d once believed I could depend on were showing their true colors, which were not pretty. This, along with the work stress of the day, was starting to have a seriously negative effect on me.
However, in the end, one of my long-time friends and volunteers came to my rescue. Not only did he bring what I needed for my boy, but he spent some time listening to and comforting me, as well. It truly seemed as though he really did care.
Soon the night was coming to a close. I had my boy properly medicated, had talked with my friend and gotten some frustrations off my chest, and was readying us for bed. I hoped the next day would go well. It was my first solo training class. I had six volunteers coming, one of whom was a board member. I knew there were still a few rough places in the book I was supposed to use to train them, but I couldn’t do anything more about that. I simply tried to stay as positive as was possible and hope for the best.
I was not only worried about the class, but about Campbell, too. I knew he was on the mend, but I was concerned just the same. Lucky for me, my good friend Old Man Bob took us to work that next morning, so we would not have to ride the bus until evening. I was very relieved, because this significantly lessened the chances that Campbell would have an episode of stomach upset while out.
As we all settled in the conference room with the fresh hot doughnuts that one of my volunteers had brought, I began to feel a bit calmer. The volunteers truly seemed glad to be there. Although they were looking to me for guidance (as has been the case more and more of late), I suddenly had the feeling that things might just work out in all situations concerned. After the stress-filled past few days, having this sudden feeling of confidence was just what I needed, and I began the class with a renewed sense of peace.
As we went through the topics of instruction step by step, and the volunteers asked several questions, it became obvious that there was some confusion concerning a few things in the book. But with much back-and-forth discussion, we all got on the same page, so to speak. When we left, I felt that those who had completed the training were ready to begin working their shifts from home, should the need arise.
To say I was relieved to have that over would be another understatement. I love teaching the volunteers, but I had felt a bit unprepared for that one.
As Campbell and I made our way to the house after the bus dropped us in the driveway, I felt a huge sense of relief. I believe Campbell felt it as well.
That, however, was only the beginning. I had no idea what was coming next.
Come back next week to find out just how much of a calamity we did end up having, and what a blessing in disguise it turned out to be.
Until next time, this is Patty and King Campbell signing off.
This article was proofread and lightly edited by Leonore H. Dvorkin. She also edited my recently released book. That’s Campbell’s Rambles: How a Seeing Eye Dog Retrieved My Life.