Tag Archives: education

Not A Flashback #PoiMe

pointless meanderings

Yep, it’s Friday. And yep I did a search for May 29th posts last night, but nothing grabbed me. I had a One-Line Wednesday that came up about migraine tigers (triggers), but if I’m going to post about head pain, I’d prefer to ramble on about it anew. Oh! Did I tell you… I’m sloooowly going off one of my meds? Yep, my doc and I discussed it in a virtual visit last week and I’ve now cut Topamax 25% and am okay so far. It’s a good time to try this when I don’t have so much going on and can lie down if I need to. The drug was a lifesaver at a time when I was super-stressed, but things are pretty chill now and I don’t like all the side effects, especially feeling so blah. I can always go back on if my migraines get too horrible to bear, but my hope is that I can cope without it and I’ll have more energy again and can start to exercise more (i.e., at all). The goal is to be completely done by June 30. Since my head gets really bad toward the end of August through September, whatever I do, this will be a good way to make sure I don’t confuse that inevitable badness with going off the drug. I’m determined to be optimistic even though I did this a couple years ago and it was a big fail. I had more stressors then though.

Not that things aren’t stressful in the world now. Right? I mean gah! But I feel lucky that I’m able to stay pretty isolated from it all and I’m also the kind of person who doesn’t mind being isolated. My personal life (knock wood) is calm, even while the world is falling apart. I’m sorry world, but there isn’t much I can do about the things out there except try not to make them worse. Perhaps staying in here, as I do, helps a little. At least I’m not using much gas anyway. But things are “opening up” again, which doesn’t make a lot of sense to me as the virus numbers are climbing, but what do I know, eh? Maybe they felt more and more people were going to take to the streets in protest so they’d better let them start going to the Cheesecake Factory (just an example ~ I don’t actually know if the Cheesecake Factory is open). Nothing is perfect. Personally, I am not going to sit in a restaurant, or anywhere else, among a giant glob of people, anytime soon. I just don’t see why I should take that risk. I’m fine at home by myself, going out to get groceries once a week, and stopping at my office (alone) to pick up the mail and water the plants. I understand that some people are going out of their minds without actual physical companionship, but I’m not one of them. The only thing I truly miss is not being able to see my family and the routine of going to the office 9-5 daily. I’m one of those weirdos who likes doing that. There are very few of us apparently… most people prefer blobbing around the house in sweatpants. Bleh.

I don’t really have interesting thoughts about current events. My view is likely the typical “liberal” one on most things, except I don’t allow disgust for a leader to create my reaction to every issue. One thing I differ on from many is my view about social media. I’ve already mentioned my unpopular idea that I do think there is something wrong with the idea of providing a platform for people to be utterly horrible to each other, even to the point of ganging up on someone and driving them to suicide, in order to make money from ads, and then shrugging off all responsibility for it. I’ve said that one possible solution is to disallow anonymity. One account, one person, and it trails you forever like a fingerprint. Well, no one likes that because it’s as scary as a microchip in a vaccine. What about forcing the companies to enforce their own TOS and not selectively as they do but consistently and fairly? Maybe they’d make less money, boo hoo. I don’t think children should be on social media at all. It’s bad. But if “everyone else is” and that’s how teachers are giving out lesson plans, well, whaddayagonnado?

One thing I really dislike about this new block editor is that I don’t see my word count as I type. Where is it? Last time I copypasta’d my writing into a Word document to obtain it, but that’s just dumb. There should be a word counter somewhere! It’s probably here in some menu that makes no sense off to the side and I’m just not finding it. I know, what a weird thing to get annoyed about, but hey that’s me! Weird things annoy me. I need to know my word count, grrrr. Otherwise, there’s literally nothing wrong with typing in blocks and I don’t know what people are so fussed about unless you have some huge complicated page with moving parts you need to paste in. I’m just straight up typing and it’s fine. I don’t know if I can add my photo here (but that was the case with the old editor as well) ~ if I can’t, I’ll save the post and add the photo from the app. (Added the photo!)

Today I need a stamp. Why can’t we pay the water bill online? I don’t think that’s enough for a whole Monday Peeve, so I’ll just leave it right here. Maybe something will annoy me when I walk over to the Post Office and it can be my Monday Peeve, but it’s just a stamp. What could go wrong?

I FOUND THE WORD COUNTER! It’s the little “i”. Why wouldn’t you know that? Who wouldn’t think to click the little “i”…

~*~

Image originally found at Pixabay.

©️2020 Paula Light and Light Motifs II. No unauthorized use permitted. Please check out Paula’s books for sale on Amazon.

Kismet [A-Z Games]

Kismet

Note: I’m doing the April A-to-Z challenge without signing up or linking back to the main site.

Kismet with Kate! That may sound like the title of a romance novel, but it was in fact a game I played with my high school friend pretty much every day after school for a long time. I think it was junior year, but time is a bit blurry now. It could have been senior year. All I know is this: we would first stop at the store for our favorite snack, which was a big bag of Flings and diet cream soda.

Flings

Then we’d go to my house, where nobody was home. Party! Time to crank up the tunes! We liked my parents’ old Woodstock album and a crazy Dr. Demento record I had bought off the teevee. Munching our flings and slurping our sodas, we would proceed to play a few games of Kismet before starting our homework.

It’s a pretty simple game for two players and you can figure out the entire thing from the image. Five dice, rolled up to three times per turn. You decide which square to use for that move ~ obviously use the lower odds squares first, when you can. If you get nothing, you decide where to put a zero. Usually it makes sense to zero out a square with low odds like the Kismet. Here is a full description of the rules.

Please tune in tomorrow when I will blog about Laser Tag.

~*~

Images credited to Amazon.

©️2020 Paula Light and Light Motifs II. No unauthorized use permitted. Please check out Paula’s books for sale on Amazon.

Field Hockey [A-Z Games]

Field Hockey

Note: I’m doing the April A-to-Z challenge without signing up or linking back to the main site.

I don’t know anything about Field Hockey. I assume the pic shows correct equipment, which I googled. What I do know is when I googled it, lots of photos appeared. Some were men playing together and some were women playing together. As best I could tell (though nowadays who the hell knows, amirite?), there were no pics of mixed gender field hockey play.

Interesting! I find that very interesting. The reason is because back in 1978, in Illinois, when I was a senior in high school, some group of total farking idiots thought it would be a fantastic idea to have boys and girls play field hockey together. At the same time. Little girls like me with big guys over 6 feet tall and 200+ pounds. Sounds great, right? The total farking idiots congratulated themselves for promoting gender equality. What could go wrong with this brilliant plan? After all, boys and girls played ping pong together. Samesies, yes? 🙄

So, I was standing there in the end zone, or whatever it was, eating caramels from the vending machine and filing my nails… the things I normally did in gym class… when this huge gigantic boy crashed into me. Wtfff? I was knocked on the ground and couldn’t move my arm. The teacher called an ambulance. 😱

Turned out I “only” had a broken clavicle (right side). It could have been much worse. The doctor thought it was nuts we were playing field hockey with boys. My parents had to leave work and come get me. What I didn’t know until later is that I had my 15 minutes of fame in school. As they took me out in a wheelchair, my eyes were closed and I’d bitten my lip, so there was a trickle of blood from my mouth. Peeps wondered if I was dead! It was very exciting!

Anyway, I had to wear this sling/cast thing for weeks, but I removed it early and my bone never healed properly. Or maybe I’d always have a lump there, idk. That’s the side of my neck/shoulder which hurts the most now, but they say it’s unrelated. In X-rays, my neck itself is all crooked. The boy did apologize to me in the hall later on, but you know… it wasn’t his fault. He was just a big ox. It was totally the fault of the farking idiots who wanted to integrate the sports. Morons!!! 😡😡😡

Please tune in tomorrow when I will blog about Gin Rummy.

~*~

Image credited to Koasports.

©️2020 Paula Light and Light Motifs II. No unauthorized use permitted. Please check out Paula’s books for sale on Amazon.

Now That’s Deep

Deep dish pizza

Continuing my discussion with John regarding Chicago pizza… because can one ever really be finished talking about this glorious food? I think not.

Perhaps the first time I had deep dish pizza was with my friend Kathy shortly after I moved to the city, but please don’t quote me on that. Before the move, when I still lived in the ‘burbs, we had “normal” pizza, which was Domino’s and such. I believe I have a post coming up about Dominoes, but that would be the game, for my A-Z thingie. What were we talking about again?

Pizza! I think, right after we moved to the city itself, Kathy and I went to Giordano’s. Omg, best pizza ever! So luscious! Deep dish crust, stuffed with any noms of your choice (I liked spinach and mushrooms), dripping with sauce, oozing with cheese. So delicious! Obviously this pizza is eaten with a knife and fork on a plate; no rushing out the door with a slice folded in your hand.

But then I went away to college, the U of I in Champaign (not to be confused with champagne)… they had Garcia’s Pizza, which we all liked. But even though it began with the same letter, it was no Giordano’s. So, I dropped out after one semester, moved back home with my parents, and got a job at an insurance company in the Loop.

I dated and took classes, made various friends yada yada, and everyone knew my favorite thing to do was to go for pizza at Giordano’s. Mm hmm. So good! Everyone says they love pizza, but I sacrificed a lot more than most people to keep going to my favorite restaurant.

But then one day my dad said he got a job in California because Mom was tired of blizzards and stuff. I told them I wasn’t leaving Giordano’s. He said he’d buy me a car.

I miss that place.

~*~

Image credited to Pexels.

©️2020 Paula Light and Light Motifs II. No unauthorized use permitted. Please check out Paula’s books for sale on Amazon.

Clue [A-Z Games]

Clue board game

Note: I’m doing the April A-to-Z challenge without signing up or linking back to the main site.

It was hard to choose a C-game because there are so many great ones… Charades, Code Names, Chinese Checkers…

My friends and I played a ton of Clue one summer in New Jersey. It wasn’t the first or the last summer I lived there, so I must have been 12. We also liked Battleship a lot. But Clue was the perfect game for three people, which was the size of our group most days. Just so much fun to logically work out the mystery.

The idea is that at the beginning of the game you mix up the various stacks of cards and put one room card, one suspect card, and one murder weapon card in the secret envelope. The game commences with the players attempting to figure out which cards are in that secret envelope by figuring out which of the other cards are not in there. Obviously, you start with the ones in your own hand to cross off the list of suspects. Turns consist of moving to various rooms in the mansion in order to question the other players.

One of the cool things about Clue was that it encouraged bold guesses; and one of the other cool things was that it penalized wild guessing. If you took a chance too soon to declare the contents of the secret envelope and were wrong… well, whoops, you just lost the whole game. 🤣

MR. MUSTARD IN THE LIBRARY WITH THE HAM SANDWICH!

When googling for the pic, I realized there are a kajillion versions of Clue out now… Scooby Doo, The Office, Game of Thrones, Harry Potter, Lost in Vegas (parody game), etc. It’s still super popular!

And of course there was a Clue movie. I thought it was pretty meh, despite the fab cast. Don’t confuse this with Clueless, which was great. 💖

In a college writing class one day, we were broken into random groups and given an assignment to write a one-act play. While the other groups seemed to be excitedly chattering away, I had a quiet one. Great, there went my grade. I hate group projects! We said we’d go home and brainstorm separately, and then reconvene before the next class. This was before social media. I thought it would be funny to write a “Clue” based play, so that’s what I did, and I wrote it all myself, since I was on a roll. The other peeps loved it and didn’t want to change anything. More importantly, when we read it aloud, the teacher loved it and gave us an A. 😻

Please tune in tomorrow when I will blog about Dominoes.

~*~

Image credited to Target dot com.

©️2020 Paula Light and Light Motifs II. No unauthorized use permitted. Please check out Paula’s books for sale on Amazon.

A Bunch Of Nonsense

To distract myself from myself, I’m going to answer these super intrusive questions about myself from Melanie

1. Tell us how you met your partner. Please be specific in telling your tale.

I don’t have a “partner.” I’ve been divorced since 2011 and all my attempts at dating were documented disasters. Right now, it might be nice to have someone to be cooped up with though. Or maybe not.

2. What is your most romantic experience, again with details?

I have a post in drafts called Skyloft. It’s about the best first date I ever had ~ my last first date. I had a couple more first meetings since, but they don’t count as first dates. This man was also a disaster, like the others, but worse because I’d finally begun to trust again, and after him everything was impossibly shattered. The date itself was incredible. It was the hottest day of the year, and I was sick, had been sick for a month, which made the whole experience surreal. I felt I was in a painting, with all the colors and sounds and tastes and smells so exquisitely bright. When he touched me, I felt transported to another plane. Nothing was the same again… it still isn’t. He kissed me at the beach, with the turquoise waves crashing in, just like a dream. I will never forget this, no matter what he did later.

3. What is the most extravagant purchase you’ve ever made, and why did you buy it?

I have not bought anything extravagant for a really long time. I’m super careful. I’ve spent money, sometimes a lot, but on stuff that’s necessary, such as a car (a sensible one). I simply can’t think of anything. Oh! I know. My daughter went to Costa Rica several years ago and brought me some very cool artwork. I spent $400 to have it framed. But I love it. ❤️

4. What is your favorite swear word or expression, and when are you most likely to use it?

I’m an equal opportunity swearer. I try to give all the bad words a good workout daily, but I must admit that since I haven’t been driving they’ve been sitting in a sad heap on the sofa watching reruns of Gilligan’s Island and munching potato chips. 😢

5. What is your favorite kind of pie? With or without ice cream?

Ooh pie! I had the best pie up in Northern California ~ key lime with whipped cream and a thick graham cracker crust. That is my fave, followed closely by lemon cream and then cherry. No ice cream necessary.

6. While we’re on the subject, what is your favorite ice cream, and where did you last eat it?

Cookie dough! I don’t remember when or where I ate it last. I don’t eat ice cream often because I’m always freezing. 🥶

7. Who is your most unique friend and why? (May be someone from the past.)

My daughters are both brilliant and hilarious and totally unique. I love them to bits! My besties! 💖💖 (Why? Because I raised them! Duh.)

8. What is your most irritating habit?

Yelling at my cat to quit yelling. 🐱

9. Who was your favorite teacher and why?

I loved many of my philosophy and writing professors at CSUN.

10. Do you like being alone and if so, what would you probably be doing?

I enjoy choosing to be alone; I don’t enjoy this forced isolation and not being allowed to go to work. It’s super depressing. When alone, I read, write, play phone games, chat with peeps online, etc.

11. What is the most outlandish thing you’ve ever done?

Probably picked up hitchhikers and taken rides from strange men back in Illinois. Nothing bad ever happened even though this is a terribly stupid thing to do.

12. What superstition do you always follow?

I count things a lot, which isn’t really a superstition, but more an OCD, except not that much since I don’t do it consistently. I just feel things will work out better when there’s the right number of ’em.

13. What famous person or animal have you met? Tell us about the meeting.

Not really. I’ve seen various celebs in the Los Angeles area, but haven’t hung out with any. I don’t think celebs or royals are better than anyone else, and people ought to quit making such a fuss over them. 😛

~*~

Image credit to Bitmoji.

©️2020 Paula Light and Light Motifs II. No unauthorized use permitted. Please check out Paula’s books for sale on Amazon.

Neep [socs]

Stream of consciousness Saturday

Fred saw that his son had cleaned up the garage as he’d been told. He went into the family room where Dylan was watching a movie with Grandpa. “Dylan, thanks! The garage looks great.”

“Neep,” Dylan said.

Neep?” Fred asked.

Dylan waved a hand. “Like yeah… neep. I’m acknowledging your compliment, Dad.”

“Whatever happened to no problem?” Fred said. “I hope you aren’t using this casual language to your teachers.”

“Like they ever give me compliments,” Dylan muttered.

Grandpa spoke up. “Back in my day, we said you’re welcome.

Fred rolled his eyes. “How many times have I heard back in my day?

“Not enough!” Grandpa chuckled.

“I like you’re welcome,” Dylan said. And he began using it with his friends, who thought it was hilarious. They said it instead of neep. It was fun! Made them stand out from the crowd.

At the parent-teacher conference, Ms. Pine told Fred she was pleased with Dylan’s progress. “He’s a very well-spoken young man. He even says you’re welcome when I thank him for turning in his English homework. You’ve done a great job with him, Mr. Hartley. Thank you.”

Fred, being divorced and thinking Ms. Pine was very pretty, wanted to seem cool. So, he smiled and said… “Neep.”

Ms. Pine frowned at him over her glasses.

~*~

Image credited to Shelley Krupa.

©️2020 Paula Light and Light Motifs II. No unauthorized use permitted. Please check out Paula’s books for sale on Amazon.

FPQ59: Ain’t Got No Education

Fandango’s provocative question

Fandango provocatively asks…

“What does it mean to you in the 21st century to be well educated?”

Woo, what a great question! And I can tell already that I’m not going to come up with a definitive opinion, but instead will meander around in a tangled mass of thinkies.

First, a disclaimer. I’m educated but I don’t believe I’m well educated. Sure, I have a college degree, but so what? I’m in my late 50s and don’t even remember most of the stuff I studied. Plus, there are a kajillion things I didn’t study. I could have spent a portion of time since college broadening my knowledge by immersing myself in online classes, educational shows, and better reading material, but I didn’t. I frittered away my free time on junk food for the brain and continue to do so. 🍫

Second, there’s a big difference in being smart and being well educated. I know a lot of smart people who are great at taking tests (hello!) and rattling off trivial facts, but that’s not the same as having a deep reservoir of knowledge about a broad spectrum of topics. Not every well educated person can perform under pressure like a trained seal. These are different things. I’m in neither camp really ~ I’m not great at trivia nor do I have the reservoir ~ but I often play trivia games anyway.

Third, people can have one valuable skill, such as being a competent engineer, but that doesn’t necessarily mean they’re well educated. Knowing how to do one thing perfectly is fabulous, but I view being well educated as having curiosity about a variety of topics and the will to pursue information on them. 📚

Fourth, I think it’s important to understand technology, if only to protect ourselves from the worst of it. I could do much better in this area, but I’ve been intellectually lazy because for many years I had a husband who knew it all and now I have friends who do. My kids are no slouches either. But knowing only techie stuff does not make a person well educated, just like knowing only the complete history of Hawaii or tons of facts about show biz doesn’t either.

In order to fit my definition, you have to know a lot about a lot and be able to discuss these topics with others in some form. But you also have to be open to the possibility of new information, corrected data, and/or changing your mind. A fragile ego isn’t compatible with a well educated mind, if it closes off the possibility of being wrong. 🥀

When I find someone who seems brilliant and well educated, I watch to see how well they adapt to new information. A truly well educated person understands that there is always room for more knowledge; a closed mind gives away a substandard education. I have called myself “wishy washy” because I am open to new information, change my mind often, and eagerly gobble up the latest news, sometimes to my detriment. Discernment is also a good thing! But I continue to have a strong negative reaction to people who disregard new information only because it’s new.

I also can’t bear those who refuse to admit error or apologize. Well… that’s another post… 😜

~*~

Image credit to Fandango.

©️2020 Paula Light and Light Motifs II. No unauthorized use permitted. Please check out Paula’s books for sale on Amazon.

Retirement [flash 172]

Alarm clock monochrome

It was a myth that you’d miss working 6 months after retirement. Marty had heard all the jokes as he’d opted to get out early, and here he was… sleeping half the day away, with his most important decision being should he make pancakes or waffles for brunch?

He rubbed his hands together with glee as he started the coffeemaker. Mmm French roast. So delicious! He did not miss the crap brew they’d had back at work, nor the intrigue and gossip among his backbiting colleagues.

Sure, it got lonely at times, but Marty had resilience. He’d signed up for a macrame class at the community center and Linda next door had invited him to join her bird watching club. Fun!

He sure was not going to miss the screams and howls of his old job, the crying, the punching, the spitting, the stabbing, the tranquilizer darts, the shock collars

Nope, Marty was not gonna miss teaching in that third grade classroom one bit!

Besides, his neck was still a little sore.

~*~

Written for Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge 54.

©️2020 Paula Light and Light Motifs II. No unauthorized use permitted. Please check out Paula’s books for sale on Amazon.

PFF37: Valentines No More

Friday Flashback

Welcome to Paula’s Friday Flashback! This is a challenge begun by Fandango and it’s fun to see what we posted back when (as well as the comments). The post below is a reblog of a post I made exactly 9 years ago on February 14, 2011… and the poem itself appeared in my college chapbook in 1989.

valentines

i brought you poisoned candy, ha!
but you spit them out, one by one–
crushed chocolate on our Persian rug.
next year? i’m thinking, i’m thinking…

mine is wrapped so neatly:
ribbons curled like big fat tongues;
i rip them out, one by one.
just what i’ve always wanted:

a solid gold tarantula.
i toss it out the window, BOOM:
you almost got me that time, dear.
try your luck again next year.

at least i still have the foil balloons.
i love you, i love you, i do.

[me, 1989, published in CSUN thing]

/end reblog

~*~

Image from Pexels.

©️2020 Paula Light and Light Motifs II. No unauthorized use permitted. Please check out Paula’s books for sale on Amazon.