AUTHOR’S CORNER;READING WITH THE AUTHORS;AUTHORS, THEY’RE ONLY HUMAN;Pride, Easter Blessings Emotions and Where the Crawdads Sing

Good morning campbellsworld visitors and readers everywhere.

I’m delighted to announce on this Monday morning that for the most part Tell-It-to-the-world Marketing is back up and running.

I’d like to kick things off with a multi-topic post.

This post fits into each of my columns which are:

·         Author’s Corner

·         Author’s, They’re Only Human and…

·         Reading with the Authors.

I’d like to invite all clients to please submit to me anytime they wish but I’d also like to let you know that while I am back I do have three personal appointments this week starting with today’s Vet appointment for Campbell’s yearly physical and a much-needed spring bath.

I’d also like to address the subject of guest posting by those who aren’t clients.

Yesterday while going through messages I came upon one written by what appeared to be a reader. It was in my spam folder though and while it passed the scan, I ran on it I’m still not quite sure it was legitimate so reader, if you’re out there, or if there others reading who would like to submit, I do take guest posts. However, I do not pay persons to blog here.

Guest posts must follow all my guidelines, so for all submissions, paid clients or no please write me at: patty.volunteer1@gmail.com. Put Guest Post in the subject line if you’re writing about guest posting, and to clients, from here on out, please make sure to put the proper name of the column you wish your piece to go into in the subject.

If you need an info sheet with the guidelines listed and explained, I’m happy to send one.

In the meantime, I’d like to share the following with you. I wrote it just at sundown last evening. It’s a story about our Easter and what happened after lunch.

 

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PRIDE, EASTER BLESSINGS, EMOTIONS, AND WHERE THE CRAWDADS SING

BY: PATTY L. FLETCHER

APRIL 21, 2019

 

 

Lunch was over, and the afternoon fell quietly upon me.

I sat in my recliner trying to concentrate on the task of emptying my inbox yet again and finishing the seemingly never-ending job of sorting files and folders but hard as I tried, I simply couldn’t manage it.

Selfish as it might sound, though I’d had a wonderful blessing given to me at lunch I was still feeling rather blue.

This bout of depression was starting to worry me. Over the last few days it had been steadily getting harder to bring myself out of the darkness and into the light, but I was determined not to allow the current of it to sweep me away.

I really believed it was just all the strain I’d been under over the past few weeks along with the arrival of the holiday that had me so down and that if I just kept to my routine of walking, and working, and made sure to take my medications each day as I was supposed to I would soon pull free of it.

I’d also told myself that if it didn’t lift by the end of this week, I’d make a call and be seen by a psychiatrist. I was not about to lose all the ground I’d gained where my Bipolar was concerned. I’d worked far too hard to allow such as that to happen.

Having this disorder is a beastly thing to endure but if one is very diligent with their therapeutic treatment it is possible to live a fairly decent life.

I’m not saying it’s easy, but it is doable, and it has taken me years to get a firm grip on it so I’m not willing to let things go too long.

As the day wore on though, I knew I must do something to bring myself out of the gloom, and so I began to read.

Not long ago a book club I’d joined had chosen the book, ‘Where the Crawdads Sing’ to read and though when I’d first begun it, the book had felt a little prickly to me because I could so relate with the protagonist, I’d gotten into it and seriously begun to enjoy it.

Finally, it was time to walk Campbell before feeding him and as I was readying to go out, I decided to check my messages.

“Hey Siri. Read messages.”

I’d expected it to say I had no new messages, but I got a surprise. The robot voice came back to say…

“You have one new message.”

It was my across the street neighbor asking…

“Patty, we’re grilling hamburgers and hotdogs.  Would you like a plate?”

I started to say no, but decided I didn’t want to hurt their feelings, besides, I could hear my old friend once again reminding me not to turn down the kindness of others, and so I replied.

“Thanks, yes, that would be nice. Would you like me to come and get it?”

She replied and asked what I wanted on my dog and burger, and asked if I wanted slaw and potato salad, and I texted back to say, “Whatever you’re putting on them is fine with me. I’m part Labrador and I don’t know a bad food, and yes, slaw and potato salad would be great. Thanks so much.”

Getting into my sneakers I was glad to see that the sun had finally decided to grace us with its bright warmth, and once I was finally ready to go out my text alert went off, and it was my neighbor saying they’d bring over to the gate and I could come out and get it when they had it ready.

I decided not to reply but just to holler at them as I went to walk my pup and headed out.

They were all out on the porch and yard and I waved and called to them saying, “I got to walk this beast before I feed him so I can eat in something slightly resembling peace. Be right back.”

Everyone waved and called hello and somehow their happiness was contagious and as I walked down the walk toward the park end of the street something which had felt much like a stone inside my heart seemed to lift and the sadness began to ease.

When I got down to the corner there were families out all over. Yards were full of shouting laughing kids, and there was a large group over at the park hunting Easter eggs just as I’d thought there might be.

Campbell stood looking over at all those kids and I could feel him wanting to go over and say hello. Suddenly one of the kids in the yard across the street noticed Campbell and shouted, “WOW! Look at that huge dog!”

Campbell seemed to know he was being talked about and turned from watching the group at the park to look over and wag to the child shouting about the huge dog, and someone else over there said, “Would you look at that? he’s smiling.”

That did it. I could not stay sad anymore. I mean what the heck. How can you possibly stay sad with a grinning Labrador hooked to you?

Turning back toward the house I waved in the direction of King Campbell’s admirers and wished them a Happy Easter, and then deciding to share the love waved in the general direction of the park too, and not expecting a response from there I was delightedly surprised when several voices chimed “Happy Easter.”

Heading back to the house I asked, “Bubba, you hungry?”

Zoom! He began to tug me down the street toward our yard at top-speed. I had to jog to keep up and was soon laughing with my cane tapping a staccato rhythm on the walk, and my pony-tail swinging out behind me in the breeze.

As we drew near my friend from the neighbor’s house across the street started toward us with my bag full of goodies, and Campbell was beside himself with joy to escort her in through the gate and up to the porch, turning to watch to make sure she did not get lost or separated from us along the way.

Laughing she said, “Campbell you wanted a hotdog too didn’t you.”

“Sneeze. Shake, Jingle.”

“I’ll take that as a yes.” I laughed as I climbed the two steps to the porch and opened the door.

Unhooking Campbell’s leash I said, “Inside, Bug.”

He stepped hesitantly through and looked quickly over his shoulder to make sure the bag of food was coming in too.

“Yes, Campbell.” My friend said, “Momma’s bringing it in, but I doubt your getting any of this.”

Turning to me she said, “Let me tell you what’s what here so you’ll know. In this bag on the bottom plate there’s a hamburger with lettuce, tomato onion, and mayo and mustard. There’s also a hotdog with my sister’s home-made chili with mayo and mustard as well. Then on the top plate there’s slaw and potato salad.”

“Goodness. Yummy! Yawl are goanna make me fat.”

She laughed and handed me the bag of food. “Campbell is watching very carefully to see what’s happening here. Can he not have any of this?”

“He really should not but I might be slightly persuaded to give him a very tiny tip end of the hotdog.”

“They’re grilled, so they’re not too greasy.” She said hopefully.

“Well, it’s his supper time so he’s getting ready to get a bowl of food anyhow.” I announced as I walked through the door.

“Yeah, but that’s not the same as this.” She lamented.

“Well, we’ll see. I must be very careful with his stomach.”

“Yeah, that’s true. Wouldn’t want him to get sick again.” She agreed.

Once she’d left and I’d settled the food on the counter, I did indeed give him a tiny taste of the hotdog but nothing but the very tip of the meat of the dog. I absolutely was determined that he would not get sick again and that he would lose some of the weight he’d put on over the winter while unable to get out and about.

After I’d given him his dinner and made sure his water was fresh, I sat down to eat, and as soon as he’d finished inhaling his kibble, he came padding into the Livingroom, flopped down at my feet as if in worship to supervise my eating in hopes that more would be forthcoming. It was not, but when I was done, he did inspect the chair I’d been sitting in to make certain I’d not made some mess that needed his expert cleaning skills.

“Hey! Bubba, we still gotta have hangout time dude. Come on, let’s settle in here in your room and rest our tummy’s and we’ll read a while.

When we were settled into our favorite spot with Campbell stretched out with his Kong Monster bear and me sitting beside him petting him and rubbing his tummy we were soon lost in the world of the Marsh Girl Kaia and all she was going through and though the book could be rather an emotional read I found I couldn’t put it down.

As she and her friend Tate got to know one another better and he said, “You know? I can teach you to read.” I somehow knew that he too would leave her and found myself overcome. As I turned off the player and ran from the room to cry, I said, “No, girl don’t do it. Don’t let him close. He’ll just leave. They always do. You’re like me, not quite right. Soon as he finds that out, he’ll be gone. You wait.”

Running into the bathroom I flung myself down onto the floor and for a while I sat with my face buried into a towel and let the tears fall.

When I returned to Campbell’s room he was waiting patiently right where I’d left him and as I once again settled myself beside him and reached for my phone to turn the player from the BARD app back on he again draped one of his large paws overtop my arm and began to wag his tail.

Continuing with the story, I read Kaia’s words, “Love, there’s no such thing.”

“That’s right.” I agreed. “No such thing. Not from men. Most end up giving up on you in the end.”

As the afternoon went on, I found myself relating to her in a huge way again, and again. Like her, I don’t work quite right, and find myself being mocked, belittled, and abandoned repeatedly by people who are supposed to love me and so found myself tearing up quite a bit during my reading.

Each time I would start to cry Campbell would drape one of his large paws over me and lick my hand as if to say, “It’s OK. I got you mom. No worries. You’re OK in my book.”

When I finally turned the book off, I was filled with many emotions but soon they were pushed away by yet another text.

Once again, my neighbor was texting to ask…

“Hey Patty, you want some lemon cake and apple pie?”

“Well, hell.” I observed, “I’d be an idiot to turn that down. Seems to me this Easter’s lesson is to not be so prideful, and to realize that there are some who do indeed care.”

I quickly answered the text with a thank you and yes and then sitting down to wait on the plate of goodies I went ahead and returned the call from Bobby I’d missed while reading.

Soon one of my other friends from across the street was knocking on the door with a plate of cake, cookies, and pie.

“Yawl are seriously going to make me fatter than I already am.” I declared as I took the plate of sweets from her.

“Well, don’t you worry about it.” She said. Then Campbell came flying passed me for a pet.

“Oh! Hi Campbell.” She called to him as he came bumbling quickly up sticking his head out the door for love.

“You’re so sweet. Hello baby.” She soothed as she petted his big head.

So, here I sit at the end of what has been an extremely emotional roller coaster of a holiday but all in all it has been a good day, my belly is full and I’ve a plate of sweet goodies for later.

I must say though I find myself in some pretty low places at times through it all I’ve a lot of great people around to help lift me up when times are hard, and I do believe I’ll make it through this low spot and come out the other side OK in the end.

For now, it’s nearly 9 at night, the Beasty Bubba is waiting to be walked for the last time, and I really do want to go and try to finish this book.

I do hope it ends well, but there is a murder yet to be solved, and it looks as though the one who is different, who doesn’t fit in and is considered an outcast is of course suspected of the deed. We shall see. In my opinion it serves the one killed right. He was after all a violent, lying, cheating scum and my opinion is, one less of those in the world is just fine.

For now, this is Patty who is counting her blessings and finding she has many, and King Campbell Lee Super Retired Seeing Eye Dog A.K.A. Bubba who wonders why the heck he cannot manage to float that plate of goodies off the counter saying…

No matter how bad things sometimes seem, if you look round you, you’ll find there’s lots to be thankful for, may harmony find you, and blessid be.

 

MORE ABOUT PATTY L. FLETCHER AND HER WORK…

 

 

Patty L. Fletcher lives in Kingsport Tennessee where she works full time as a Writer and Social Media Promotional Assistant.

She is the owner and creator of Tell-It-To-The-World Marketing, and is the published author of two books, Campbell’s Rambles: How a Seeing Eye Dog Retrieved My Life,  and Bubba Tails From the Puppy Nursery At The Seeing Eye.

She can also be found in two anthologies which are, December Awethology Light

And A Treasure Chest of Children’s Tales

For more details visit:  https://www.amazon.com/Patty-L.-Fletcher/e/B00Q9I7RWG

 

*** PLEASE NOTE

For those who read via the NLS (National Library Services for the Blind and Physically Handicap my first book, Campbell’s Rambles: How a Seeing Eye Dog Retrieved My Life can be found on the bard.loc.gov website or by calling your participating library.

Thanks again and have a great week.

 

 

 

 

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2 Responses to AUTHOR’S CORNER;READING WITH THE AUTHORS;AUTHORS, THEY’RE ONLY HUMAN;Pride, Easter Blessings Emotions and Where the Crawdads Sing

  1. Patty, I know you had a hard time with men, but maybe someday, you’ll find one like my Bill. Even if it’s just for seven years, you’ll create beautiful, happy memories. Don’t give up on love yet. It may fall in your lap when you least expect it. That’s how it happened with me.

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    • Patty says:

      Hi Abby. I guess if I am honest, I haven’t really given up on love. It’s just really prickly sometimes. I have had some good experiences. I plan to write up some of them in my upcoming book. Thank you so much for reading and commenting. It’s so wonderful when people let me know what they think about what I write. Have a wonderful evening.

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