*Reader’s Note*

For the sake of time this post is being shared multiple places. If It’s a repeat for you, please forgive.

Good morning my Magnificent Magickal Friends.
I hope this message finds you Awesome today.
Here, I’m still deep into the throws of moving and all I can say is that I’ll be glad when I’m completely done with the old house so I can start properly settling into my new place.
Going over to the old place and working all day cleaning Etc. leaves me so exhausted by the end of the day I’ve nothing left when I return home so all I’m able to do is manage a bite to eat, have a bath, feed and water the animals, take Blue to relieve and fall into bed.
Both Eddy and Blue have started sleeping with me and at first this was a problem because they both wanted the same place. But I arranged pillows and blankets a bit differently and put Their favorite ones in specific places on the bed and once I marked off where they could be things settled right down. It really is a fact that animals thrive on routine and consistency. We humans do as well and that’s why I desire time to rest and relax into our apartment.
This morning, after I’d relieved Blue and fed both boys, I took the time to thoroughly rearrange my kitchen cabinets, unpack another box of kitchen accessories including my spices, teas, and other things I’d been missing. There’s just nothing like a good cup of tea after a long, exhausting day whilst soaking in the tub.
It turns out my visions of grandeur concerning what I’m able to do were a bit higher than fact. I’d honestly believed I’d be able to manage my volunteer work, marketing work, email and moving from one place to another. This might have been a bit more easily accomplished if the plans I put into place when organizing this move had gone as I set them up. but as is the way, I make plans and the Universe laughs. Well, the beastly Universe was having a good one at my expense and I had no idea until things began unraveling yesterday morning.
The first thing to go wrong was when I noted my vacuum cleaner had come with me to the new house. This meant I couldn’t go on the door-to-door van from here to my old house after dropping Blue at the vet’s for a bath and nail trim because taking things like that on the vans cannot be done. So went the way of the first part of my plan which had been to drop Blue off and then go onto the house to begin cleaning until the assistant got there.
Thankfully, Friend, Life-Coach and Housing Social Worker Christy McMakin whom you all have heard me sing the praises of before was able to take me from my apartment to the house with my things, so I simply took Blue to the vet and came back here.
This turned out to be a blessing in disguise because Eddy got sick to his stomach and threw up in a box of clothing. So, I was able to take the things over and wash them while I cleaned.
The second thing to go wrong came about when 30 minutes past my assistant’s arrival time someone from the company she works for called and stated, “Hello Ms. Fletcher, I suppose I should’ve called you earlier, but your caregiver called in sick today and so we’re not sending anyone to you.”
To say I was a bit annoyed would be an understatement. I’d called when they’d opened to confirm that someone would be meeting me at my old address to assist me in readying the place to handover keys and do a walk through with the property management.
Wiping sweat and dust which had caked onto my skin from my face whilst I swept and biting down on the inside of my jaw to help tamp down my anger I said, “I did call this morning and the lady I spoke to said that she confirmed with you that someone would be here. Why was I not informed then that this person had called in sick?”
The woman had no answer and so I said, “Well, I’ve a lot to get done. Thanks for the call, Good-bye.” And with that, I promptly tapped off.
I took my fury out on the dust bunnies and cobwebs which were lurking behind oven, frig, and in corners on the ceiling.
The problem with all this is that I’ve serious Fibromyalgia and Arthritis and though I’m in fairly decent shape all be it a bit too heavy by the end of my cleaning fury I could barely walk, every bone in my body was hurting and I still had more needing done.
This meant that the call I was to host for the ACB Community Call would not be hosted by me because not only was I in such pain I could hardly move, but I also needed to go back to the house to do more work.
Thinking I could get a ride back over after I picked Blue up from the vet and grabbed supper, I contacted the kind caring and ever patient and understanding membership coordinator Cindy Hollis and her faithful assistant Colby Garrison and let them know I wouldn’t be able to do it.
I hated to do that. I was a volunteer coordinator for five years and I disliked it immensely when people canceled on me at the last minute.
Knowing there was nothing to do for it I sat about trying to get back to my other house, but after having conversation with a few people I realized they were busy doing things with family or managing other personal items for themselves at the end of the day and then not being able to raise my dad either I saw I couldn’t get a ride back.
Finally, I gave up and feeling like the biggest banana peal on the planet sank into a hot tub of water and allowed myself a fifteen-minute pity party and cried my tears of frustration out.
It had been coming on for some time but my not being able to do all I wanted was weighing heavily on my mind.
It wasn’t just the ACB Community I let down; it was also my clients. I’ve done little to no marketing of late. Between going to Guide Dog school and then being home less than a month and suddenly getting the apartment and needing to move they’ve barely heard from me, let alone received any major services.
Anyhow, I’m rambling and grumbling about things which simply are as they are. Everyone has been kind and understanding and I know that this too shall pass.
I just feel out of sorts today and wanted to let you all know what was up with me.
On a happy note, the moon is in its waxing Gibbous phase and so in my faith this continues to be a time of great manifesting. So, I decree things will smooth out and soon this will be nothing more than a distant memory.

And now, here’s the Magickal Calendar brought to you by GrannyMoon who can be found at:  http://www.goddessschool.com/ .

GrannyMoon Says Today Is: Freya’s Day
Energy: Female Ruler: Venus – Rules lovers and pleasure, affairs of the
heart – Use for magick involving love, peace, beauty, gentleness, women’s
problems, healing, protection, lovers, ease, pleasure, affairs. Resolve
quarrels today!
Friday – Cast love spells on Fridays. Wear blue robes and use turquoise and ruby. Wear emerald or cat’s eye.
Today’s Magickal Influences: All Love Matters, Friendships, Affection,
Partnerships, Money, Sex
Today’s Goddesses: Astarte, Aphrodite, Erzulie, Aida Wedo, Eve, Venus,
Freya, Frigg, Diana, Aset [Isis], The Witch Of Gaeta, Chalchiuhtlique
Incense: Saffron, Verbena
Perfumes: Stephanotis, Apple Blossom, Musk, Ambergris
Color of The Day: Light Blue, Pale Green
Colors for Tomorrow: Black
Lucky Sign: Friday Is The Lucky Day For Taurus And Libra
Candle: Green
Saint Jegudiel represents Friday

MORE ABOUT ME AND MY WORK…

*Reader’s Note*

For information about The Seeing Eye® visit: https://www.seeingeye.org

ABOUT THE AUTHOR…

Patty L. Fletcher lives in Kingsport Tennessee where she works full time as a Writer with the goal of bridging the great chasm which separates the disAbled from the non-disAbled. She is Also a Social Media Marketing Assistant.

LATEST RELEASE…

Pathway to Freedom

Broken and Healed

Book One

How a Seeing Eye Dog Retrieved My Life

Second Edition

Pathway to Freedom, Book Cover figure

A garden with rocks and pebbles are surrounded by grass and trees. A bench sits below a tree with a silhouette of a dog sitting on the grass in front of it. An ethereal glow of gold and green shines through the middle of the picture with the title of the book written in fantasy style lettering in a darker shade of gold with black shadowing.

Pathway to Freedom, Book Cover

In this, the first book in her memoir trilogy, Pathway to Freedom – Broken and Healed: Book One – How a Seeing Eye Dog Retrieved My Life Second Edition, Patty shares how her decision to gain complete independence with the help of ‘The Seeing Eye Guide Dog’ school in Morris Town, New Jersey, reveals to her a glimpse into worlds she had never before known existed.

Once home from ‘The Seeing Eye’ she soon begins to realize all is not right in her world.

Watch your step as you journey down the pathway with Patty and Campbell, for there are many obstacles along the way. There are triumphs and tribulations, tears and fears, but through it all that forever guide by her side, King Campbell works tirelessly to keep her safe from harm.

For this and all her other work visit: https://www.amazon.com/Patty-L.-Fletcher/e/B00Q9I7RWG

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