Find the Beauty of Your Life – Don’t make excuses. Make things happen. #Community, #Goals, #Inspiration, #Neighbors, #Friends, #SponsoringMember, #JoanMyles

Find the Beauty of Your Life – Don’t make excuses. Make things happen. #Community, #Goals, #Inspiration, #Neighbors, #Friends, #SponsoringMember, #JoanMyles


Find the Beauty of Your Life – Don’t make excuses. Make things happen.

By Patty L. Fletcher

Moon Phase Waxing Crescent

Good morning, to all. I hope you’re well.

Here, the coffee is hot. The weather is too. My keyboard is sticking, and it’s giving me the typing blues.

The internet is sucky. And the wireless card on my machine is going out.

Sometimes the screen reader, can’t say what it needs to talk about.

But I’ll make it. Even if from time to time, I curse, slam down my fist in frustration and shout.

I’m supposed to get a lender computer on the 26TH of June to aid me technically until VR/Blind Services figures out what to do with me.

I don’t fall into any of their sweet little round holes.



Deal with it.

Broaden your view.

Blind people do things a bit differently from time to time. It’s the nature of the beast, as it were.

Innovation is survival.


That’s just the way it is.

I don’t get paid an hourly wage.

You cannot measure the success of my business on the merit of money earned alone.

They have no flipping chart.

My work is not considered viable.

Too Bad.

I’m going to use that lender computer to continue looking for work such as what I applied for the other day.

I’m hopeful of that but their application process is still open.

LinkedIn let’s you see applicant rank. Thus far I’m middle of the pack and crawling upward.

I’ve not watched progress before.

I’m not sure it’s a good thing to see how you rank against other applicants.

Anyhow, I’ll make it. The lender computer is yet another steppingstone.

I’ve managed to obtain a pro zoom account so I can now hold my own meetings. I can teach, provide presenters, Etc. I’m excited about that. I’ve been talking to a few potential guests.

I’ll need a couple more sponsors to get things off the ground. I need new headphones.

I’ll also use the computer to continue to write. Whether anyone believes it or not, writing is my business. I’ve got four published works under my belt, as well as being in four anthologies.

Speaking of steppingstones, I want to talk a minute about my apartment. I’m not going to talk about the softening flooring, or any other issue.

I’m going to talk about the fun I’m having while decorating with my own work. I’ve tossed out old knickknack pieces which were cracked, held a bad memory, or bad energy.

There are a few saved in a box. They must be cleansed. I will not take them with me when I move if I don’t get it done.

I have one chance at a fresh start in an area where I can move under my own power to a better extent, and though I’m going to miss the heck out of a couple people here I’ve truly grown to love, I must take this next step in my life.

I’m 56 years old and not in 100 percent best health. This is scary as hell for me.

I’m prayerful. If I’m to remain here, then things I need to make it more amenable to my need will fall into place.

If I’m to go onward from here, things in that situation will fall into place.

I’ll not forget my friends here, and I will make certain to visit.

I don’t say that lightly. I’ve already made certain it can be done.

In the meantime, I’m using my pottery pieces around the house. Some things I’ve made I’ve not sold and in fact, some of the pictures you’ve seen on display are now in service.

I can make others and using and decorating with my own pieces is wonderful. It changes the energy of the place.

I love my hide-away-hut.

Despite its problems, it’s still my current home and I’m going to make it the best it can be.

Yes, there are dog toys scattered everywhere you go.

Yes, Blue leaves his fur all over.

Yes, I have spoiled my dog, but our home is ours and when we walk through the door, close it behind us, even if we leave the interior

Doors open to allow in the sun, we’re home, no one can come in without invitation and shouldn’t try.

One problem here is that there’s a high incident rate of apartment dwellers who are people who don’t know the word boundary. They see a door open, they take it as an invitation to knock. Then, if you open to them, they assume you’re going to place your entire day on hold while they bemoan all their complaints, ailments, and other drama related issues forever, and ever amen.

Go, away!

If I come to my door and say, “I’m laying down.” Or, “I’m on the phone.” That’s your cue to say, “Oh, OK. I’ll see ya later.” And move on.

People don’t know this. They’re antisocial. They’ve run wild with no one to check their behavior so long they’re pitiful.

Thanks be, we’ve only a couple of those. My newest neighbor and I watch out for each other.

The creepy crawlies won’t get us.

We and Blue are on the case.

Anyhow, we also make our own fun. We meet in patches of shade and sun for chats. We talk about recipes, cooking, prices in stores, and all the crazy crap going on around us.

We tell jokes, funny stories, and talk about dreams given up and still on the horizon.

We know, life is exactly what you make of it, and we know it could be ever so much worse.

There really is no place like home.

It’s in your heart, your mind, and your soul.

Not long ago in the ACB (American Council Of The Blind) Daily presents The ACB Presents the Daily Schedule Call, call, we were asked to name one thing about our home. At the time, I can’t remember what my answer was but the other day when I had a trainer from The Seeing Eye® he described it as “Neat” I like that. “Neat.”

I try to keep things picked up. Trash put into its place. Cups in the sink, or better yet, rinsed and in the drainer.

Counters wiped off, stove clear, and toys on the dog matt, which Blue drags out at his leisure.

He lies on the foot of my bed as I type. Something has displeased him. He is grumbling about it.

“GRR.” He says.

“Blue, what’s up?”

“GRRR!” I’ll let you know when I know.” He answers in a gruff reply.

Yeah, we’re happy here. I have some goals, and I’ll either find a way to make them so here, or I’ll go to a place where I can but while I’m here, I’m going to enjoy and be grateful for all I have.

My neighbor and I decided these things are important. I was inspired by her and her fervor when talking about her love for her own apartment.

It’s not much, but by gum it’s ours.

To do this day, look around your home and list all its good qualities. If you see things needing changed, do them. If they’re out of your reach, start making small obtainable goals to make them so.

Thanks for reading.

This is Team Blue saying, “Keep your nose to the ground and your tail waving at the sky.

See ya!”

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Joan earned a B.A. in Education, a Master’s in Jewish Studies. She married, raised four lively children, worked as a Rehabilitation Teacher, and taught Hebrew and Judaics for over 15 years.

Her first book of poetry, One With Willows, vividly expresses Joan’s child-like joy. She considers her poems to be a kind of footpath for readers, an opening into that place of delight, an invitation to awaken childlike wonder for themselves.

Joan’s words also reveal the invisible link between one human being and another, between humans and Nature, between the physical realm and the Spiritual. The idea of the Oneness of Creation flows through her work, the understanding of living in the world as a journey of discovery, of stepping into and between the various layers and levels of existence. Joan’s second collection, One Glittering Wing, represents this kind of journey, specifically through her year-long passage from the deep pain of her mother’s death toward reconciliation with Life.

Joan currently lives in Oregon with her best friend, who also happens to be her husband.


Don’t forget I’ll be making an appearance on Herbie’s Community Cooking Corner at 10 AM Eastern today.

Click here for details.

About Patty L. Fletcher…

A photo of Patty Fletcher and her seeing-eye dog, Blue. Patty sits cross legged on the floor wearing a maroon t-shirt, a tan pottery apron, light blue capri pants, and black tennis shoes. Her hair is half up. Patty is hugging Blue on her right side with her face turned towards him. Blue is a black lab dog and is leaning against Patty with his head in her hands. He is laying on a gray dog rug and is on a brown leather leash that is looped onto a metal shelving unit.

About Patty L. Fletcher

Updated April 2024.

Patty Fletcher is a single mother with a beautiful daughter, of whom she is enormously proud. She has a great son-in-law and six beautiful grandchildren. From April 2011 through September 2020, she owned and handled a black Labrador from The Seeing Eye® named King Campbell Lee Fletcher A.K.A. Bubba. Sadly, after a long battle with illness on September 24, 2020, King Campbell went to the Rainbow Bridge where all is peace and love. In July 2021, she returned to The Seeing Eye® and was paired with a Black Labrador Golden Retriever cross named Blue.


Patty was born one and a half months premature. Her blindness was caused by her being given too much oxygen in the incubator. She was partially sighted until 1991, at which time she lost her sight due to an infection after cataract surgery and high eye pressure. She used a cane for 31 years before making the change to a guide dog.


Currently, Patty lives and works in Kingsport, Tenn.

Patty is quite involved with The American Council of the Blind – ACB and its community.

She’s a member of Guide Dog Users Incorporated where she serves on the GDUI Election Candidacy Task Force, and the membership Committee.

She works with the Audio Description Project by serving on the ADP Performing Arts Committee.

She has also recently joined Blind Information Technology Specialists (BITS). Another special affiliate of ACB.

Though she’s not yet found her place there, she is learning things from their informational content.

She’s the creator and owner of Tell-It-To-The-World Marketing (Author, Blogger, Business Assist), The Writer’s Grapevine Online Magazine and the creator and host of the Talk to Tell-It-To-The-World Marketing Podcast, which have recently been reconstructed and can all be found in Patty’s Worlds.


Patty writes with the goal of bridging the great chasm which separates the disabled from the non-disabled.

Patty is also a published author.

Learn more at the links below.

All full length published works…


Midnight Roost:


Poetry Treasures 3: Passions:

Strange Weather Anthology







  1. Tasha Halpert Reply
    June 11, 2024

    You surely are on the right track, keep on! All blessings, Tasha

    1. Thanks, I thought it a great way to begin the day.

  2. Robbie Cheadle Reply
    June 11, 2024

    Hi Patty, this is a fabulous and upbeat post.

    1. Hi, Robbie. Thanks for reading. I could’ve gone into a rant about a lot of things bugging me, but I decided it would only attract more.

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