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Pandemic Blogging Q’s

Dr. Tanya has some new blogging about bloggers who blog questions for us…

1. How has the Coronavirus/COVID-19 pandemic affected your blogging? Are you posting more or less than you used to?

I think I’m posting about the same amount, which is once or twice per day. Sometimes I go nuts and make a third post! This is a big cut from a year or so ago when I posted more frequently, but has nothing to do with the virus. I’ve just been making an overall effort to read more books and work on my own backlog of writing ideas.

2. What is the tone of your posts these days, happy, sad, serious, worried?

In general, online and offline, in Blogland and in chats, I’m more serious, less funny, more sensitive, and sadder and crabbier. I haven’t been sleeping well and am greatly negatively affected by having my M-F daily routine of going to the office upended. I don’t do well just drifting through the day aimlessly without feeling useful and productive. Setting cleaning and writing targets doesn’t help, since I have those goals regardless. I don’t need advice, thx.

3. Have you written any posts specifically about the crisis and its effect on your life? If so, please share a link?

I began a series I thought might be amusing about staying home. It wasn’t fun. First, a bunch of other people were saying similar things, so it was boring. Second, right after I began, they closed the beach parking lots, so I couldn’t go walking there and take nice pics, etc. Third, it started to make me more depressed. I decided to abandon the idea.

4. What kinds of posts do you like to read these days? 

My favorite type of posts haven’t changed: good poetry, interesting flash fiction, slices of life that are relatable or quirky or funny. I also enjoy some photo and recipe posts.

The posts I dislike remain the same: links to news articles, copypasta of other people’s writing with little to no original comment, bloggers telling me how I should feel about whatever thing ~ in particular, during this pandemic, I refuse to read posts that insist we should be grateful and thankful when the person posting is not in isolation all alone. Try that for a month and get back to me with the motivational poster bloggery.

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Images are not mine.

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The Monday Peeve 30

Monday Peeve cat

Today’s peevery is dedicated to my friend Stan the retired lieutenant man!

Smiles and positive posts are all well and good, but sometimes I need to vent a bit. How about you? That’s what The Monday Peeve is all about, a chance to blow off a little steam at the beginning of the week, so then we can go merrily on our way once again (hah). I’ll pick a topic that’s on my mind, but you can vent about whatever you please, here in comments or on your own blog. Grab the photo, use the #TMP tag, and link back to me (or not ~ I dgaf), and Bob’s yer uncle. I do reserve the right to delete any links that offend my delicate sensibilities. So far, none have, but it could happen! I have feelings!

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What is up with the bombardment of COVID emails from every damn place I’ve ever done business with? I’m glad my bank and doctor and dentist and pet vet have all hurried to institute social distancing, etc. measures, but do I need to hear from the electric company too? These places are all just lying in wait to spam everyone with crap to remind us of their existence, not that we’re likely to forget when we pay them every month. I mean, duh. I dgaf what the phone company is doing. It’s not like the olden days when the guy made a service call. When was the last time a freaking telephone repairman needed to come in the house? And Toyota? Yeah, I was really worried how I was gonna run out and buy a new car in the middle of all {waves arms wildly} THIS!

Just quit it! I have enough on my mind without getting emails from you annoying companies! If I have a question, you’ll hear from me! 😛

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Image originally from Pixabay.

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PFF43: Trekkin’

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 almost 7 years ago (one day off). When I saw the title, and esp the alt title, I thought oh goody a dating post… my peeps will have fun reading this. But alas it is not. Sorry about that. 🙁

The Trek to Santa Ana

[Alt: Why I Still Get Valium Refilled]

I hate California ~ have I ever said this? Someday I shall retire to an idyllic place where there’s way less traffic and constant hassle.

So my dad had a checking account at Bank of America. As you may know, this is an institution with a ton of problems, but one thing they’re right on top of is freezing the small accounts of dead old people. I produced all manner of ID and stuffs, including a power of attorney, but none of that was good enough ~ I had to get his death certificate for them, plus then wait 40 days, for them to give me the money. If only I had thought of writing a check to myself for the full amount the minute I heard the news, right? But no.

The death certificate is available (for $16) in Santa Ana at the OC Health Care Agency, where it marinates for 60 days and then is transferred to the Hall of Records. Why is that? Because we need to have arbitrary rules. Dur. So, I left early Tuesday morning to go to the HCA, but the freeways were all messed up even then, so I arrived in Santa Ana at almost 8:00AM, and the streets were all crowded and miserable.

I found the building and saw the parking was all metered, natch. I had to drive around the block, and on the other side was the High School for the Performing Arts, mashed between all the gobblement buildings. WTF? Who’d put a high school there? Oh, and it was time for school, yay. So, I had to wait while all the budding Rembrandts and Lady Gagas ambled across the street, ushered by cops, and the mommies in their ginormous SUVs dropped off their preciousnesses. Gah!

OK. Finally I got back to my building, parked, found two quarters for the meter, and went inside. I was the only customer, whew. I decided to get two certificates, just in case. This was the easy part, figures. It’s always the driving/parking that stresses me out.

My grandmother’s middle name was Ann, like mine. I never knew. Strange to find out this way, after all this time.

/end reblog

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Image from Pexels.

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The Monday Peeve 28

Monday Peeve cat

Apologies for late peevery! This whole staying at home thing has got my sense of time all confuzzled. 😢

Smiles and positive posts are all well and good, but sometimes I need to vent a bit. How about you? That’s what The Monday Peeve is all about, a chance to blow off a little steam at the beginning of the week, so then we can go merrily on our way once again (hah). I’ll pick a topic that’s on my mind, but you can vent about whatever you please, here in comments or on your own blog. Grab the photo, use the #TMP tag, and link back to me (or not ~ I dgaf), and Bob’s yer uncle. I do reserve the right to delete any links that offend my delicate sensibilities. So far, none have, but it could happen! I have feelings!

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My laptop phone camera… why won’t it work in Zoom? Whyyyyyyyyyyyy? This is to blame for my late peevery also. Well, partly. I was all set to do my isolation and peevery posting yesterday when new side work came in. Yay work! By the time I was done, it was time to play online Taboo with 5 friends on a video conference call via the Messenger app. That went really well. You can use your own Taboo cards and a timer actually because the ones on the site repeat frequently. Anyway. That was over by 9:00 and we decided to test Zoom for our big virtual game night next week (16 people).

Everything went well except I was a black square with no face. They suggested I reboot, which took forever, and by the time I rejoined the meeting everyone was gone but Cathy. Where’d they go? It’s not like anyone has to go to work today! Anyway, Cathy helped me do a million different things to try to get my stupid camera to work, but it wouldn’t. The green light was on, the settings were correct, everything was fine (I even switched from Safari to Chrome, which I’ve been meaning to do for some time). But nope nope and more nope.

We finally just settled for turning it off so my default photo would appear; at least then I wouldn’t be a black square. Sad that next week I’ll be the only one without real video… unless my daughter can help me. I can bug her today. There’s a good idea!

Anyway, Cathy and I jabbered until like 12:30am and I was falling asleep… and I got into bed and thought oh crap I never did my posts! But I had the sleepy tireds… 😴

Damn camera. Boo.

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Image originally from Pixabay.

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No Sharing!

Keep your distance

Melanie had some fun St. Patrick’s themed questions today, but I wasn’t in the mood for those. Then she posted these, which are much more to my taste.

What harsh truths do you prefer to ignore?

All of them! Let’s see… a big one is how many bugs and bug parts I’m probably eating all the time in salads, cereals, etc. Gross! Next, is how I’m damaging my health by sitting on my butt all day and never exercising. Another is how I keep reading the news and think I actually know what’s going on lolololol 🤣🤣🤣

Actually, a super harsh truth right now is how many greedy, selfish, inconsiderate people there are who will not stop harmful behavior without the force of law. I mean, we always know this, but I for one am not usually thinking about it. Then this virus comes along and people just don’t wanna cooperate for the greater good. They have to be forced, no way around that fact. 😢

Is free will real or just an illusion?

Illusion. We’re almost completely wired up to make every choice due to our genetics plus environment, and we exercise very little if any “will” over that, even though it feels like we do. I say “almost” because of the random elements in there, not will.

I guess, given this truth, we can be more forgiving of the sh!t heads in my first reply who won’t voluntarily cooperate. They can’t help their selfish ways. But that does not mean we let them do what they want. No. We hire more cops.

What is the meaning of true love?

True love, in my opinion, is that passionate attraction we feel toward another person combined with the steady certainty that we would care for their well-being to the same degree or greater than our own.

If both elements are not present, then it is not true love. Passion without care is just a sexual connection, even if it’s embellished with other goodies like intellectual sparks and shared hobbies. Caring without the passion is a great friendship, but most will jettison that for even a slight chance at a romantic partner.

Great questions! 😻

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Image credited to imgflp.com.

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The Monday Peeve 27

Monday Peeve cat

Smiles and positive posts are all well and good, but sometimes I need to vent a bit. How about you? That’s what The Monday Peeve is all about, a chance to blow off a little steam at the beginning of the week, so then we can go merrily on our way once again (hah). I’ll pick a topic that’s on my mind, but you can vent about whatever you please, here in comments or on your own blog. Grab the photo, use the #TMP tag, and link back to me (or not ~ I dgaf), and Bob’s yer uncle. I do reserve the right to delete any links that offend my delicate sensibilities. So far, none have, but it could happen! I have feelings!

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What is up with the WordPress app? Not only do we still have that pesky post gap overnight and during other random times where hours of lovely, tasty bloggery gets nommed up by the langoliers or some other scary time monsters, but now we have new glitches. First, they changed the whole look of the “splash page” and put buttons at the top. Grrrr changes. Bad! But more than that, the buttons require more stabbiness than the links below, and I don’t remember this until I’ve attempted to stab them a few times. Annoying. 🙄

Also, my notifications are screwed up at least once a day. The dot is on telling me I have new likes or comments, but then I can’t see them. Not only that, but I can’t switch between menus of likes, comments, and follows. To see these things, I have to go to a browser. Ughhh! The point of using an app is to avoid going to a browser! 😡

Stop screwing up my WP app, Happiness Engineers! 😛

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Image originally from Pixabay.

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Wow What A Week

Don’t touch your face

I touch my face a billion times per day. Yes, I counted, which is why I haven’t been around much this week. I have itchy eyes and am aways messing with my hair and rubbing my achy neck and just generally transferring germs to my face and from my face to everywhere else. But now that’s a crime and also it’s scary to think that all this time people weren’t washing their hands or cleaning their houses. Gross! 🦠

Just when I think I’ve adjusted to the latest barrage of news about THE THING, here comes a new assault of information. Well, not information so much as stuff we’re not supposed to do anymore. First, it was hey quit hooking up with random men from the internet and I was all no problem been on that diet for over three years now. 👍🏻

Wash hands 87 times per day, got it. Clean everything all the time. Sure, okay. Unlike some of you lunatics, I already had Lysol and wipes and alcohol. Don’t go to China or Italy. Lol, okay. Don’t fly at all. Wait, what? Grrrr, okay… I canceled my trip to Vegas this week. Don’t sit in bars and restaurants. Sigh… I canceled Friday night plans and changed Saturday’s.

Tonight I read that Mayor Garcetti has shut all entertainment in Los Angeles ~ bars, gyms, libraries, museums, etc. Grocery stores are allowed to remain open and you can get restaurant takeout only. Governor Newsom says if you’re over 65 you should self-isolate. Luckily, I’m “only” 58, yet I plan to stay inside most of the time, basically go to work, then come home to work more and read/write/blog, and not do much else.

Oh, that’s actually my normal life! 🤣

Joking, sort of. Even though I’m not the most social of butterflies 🦋 I do make some plans… and I don’t enjoy being told I’m not allowed to. But I get it, I get it. I intend to comply with these guidelines in order to help myself and others too. It’s important.

Wash your hands

Happily, we’re not really that isolated now, are we? There are so many ways we can stay connected without sitting next to each other in the same room. I’m looking at the bright side of this situation and saying, okay, how can I optimize my time? Well… read and write more obviously. I have lots of partially finished works in progress that I’d love to get on my Kindle shelf for you guys to buy, hehe. In a previous post, I mentioned that I plan to work on Ghosted this year again. Great opportunity!

And I definitely want to stay connected to Blogville! 💕 I know some of us have been drifting a bit or slowing down some, but I have every intention of soldiering on. My Monday Peeve and Thursday Inspiration posts will continue. I’ll do Jim’s Song Lyric Sundays as long as he hosts them. It’s rare I miss a (new) Wednesday Fandango FPQ, and I enjoy the Friday Flashbacks he began as well. I enjoy the weekly SOCS. Other prompts will happen as the mood moves me…

That brings us to the April A-Z Challenge. Last year, I said I wouldn’t do it again for a variety of reasons, but I’ve changed my mind. What’s funny is that I went to the website and was immediately annoyed just like last year! Oh, here’s one reason why I said I wouldn’t do it again… their ridiculous forms, etc. Well, ya know what? I’m going to do it without linking to them at all or jumping through hoops to get myself listed. I don’t care about trying to get more views here. If new peeps come by, great! But if the only readers I have are my “regulars,” I’m fine with that too. 😻

My theme is gonna be games. But I’m not gonna jabber on boringly about rules and game pieces and game theory and the history of chess or any crap like that you could go google for yourself. No. I’m gonna talk about how a game affected me. This blog is about ME! Me me me me!

Checkmate Bitmoji

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Images credited to Bitmoji.

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The Monday Peeve 26

Monday Peeve cat

Smiles and positive posts are all well and good, but sometimes I need to vent a bit. How about you? That’s what The Monday Peeve is all about, a chance to blow off a little steam at the beginning of the week, so then we can go merrily on our way once again (hah). I’ll pick a topic that’s on my mind, but you can vent about whatever you please, here in comments or on your own blog. Grab the photo, use the #TMP tag, and link back to me (or not ~ I dgaf), and Bob’s yer uncle. I do reserve the right to delete any links that offend my delicate sensibilities. So far, none have, but it could happen! I have feelings!

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Men in parking lots who, when they are done parking, get angry that other people are… GET THIS!… attempting to park! Take this entitled white middle-aged man yesterday (please). I’ll just call him “Michael” to make things easier. Michael was finished shopping at Savers and wanted to hurry off to his next errand, which was meeting his probation officer, probably.

Now, I actually was finished shopping too and had pulled out of my spot, but I saw in my mirror that my friend was having trouble squashing the chair she’d bought into her Element, so I circled back around to help. As I backed up to take a spot near her, and watched for a sec, Michael honked at me. Wtf? I stopped and glanced around. Oh! Someone’s brake lights were on. My goodness, I had delayed them from exiting their spot for a couple seconds! The horror. I hurried into a spot so they could take off.

I got out of my car and walked over to where my friend was. Michael yelled at me out of his window: “Didn’t you see me?!?!”

You know, it wasn’t a biggie that he beeped at me to move when he was waiting to exit his spot. I had been just sitting there. But what cracks me up is that he was so upset I hadn’t noticed a superior being in the vicinity. Omg a Michael is near and needs something… I’d better jump like a trained dog to see what he wants. That’s what these Michaels are used to. They can’t bear their new irrelevance and increasing invisibility. Hey baby welcome to the party!

I’m so GD tired of these Michaels. Their day is over and they know it.

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Image originally from Pixabay.

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Mini Crush #PoiMe

Pointless meandering

From my last meandering, my thoughts drifted to a brief crush I had… at some point in the last six months or so. I’m being purposely vague because there’s no need for anyone to guess who he might be. 😎

The existence of my crush annoyed me. Not the person but my own thoughts. Oh, yes… this is how it is. All coming back to me. Not fun at all. Was it ever fun? To think about a person in “that way” and wonder if they were thinking about you too, hoping they might be, and suspecting they were not? What a pain it all is, so time-consuming and pointless, but not in a good way like my meanderings… just annoying.

I’m positive my mini crush feelings were not mutual. There were never any signs that he gave any thought to my existence whatsoever. And yet… and yet… for a short time I entertained silly hopes he would. I fantasized about meeting and what that would be like, what I would wear, yada. Could this turn into a real “something”… after all this time, without a dating site involved… would that be possible for me? My fantasies spiraled out in all directions like one of those party sparklers. And… nothing happened.

I became angry with myself. I had so much to do, was so tired, and I was wasting time thinking about this crap! I forced myself to stop. The idea that I even briefly allowed my emotions to get tangled in this “game” made me feel sick; I recalled when I used to get involved with someone how quickly I let my life center around their wants and needs. Wow, that pisses me off to think about! The whole selfish, one-sidedness of dating, which I understand isn’t the same for everyone, but it was for me because of my bad luck or bad choices or whatever.

I’m fine now… but the “crush” experience, brief as it was, gave me a glimpse back through the sad window of Ye Olden Days Cafe. Back then, I was constantly trying to win the approval of some man, catch his eye, hold his attention, make him smile, be what he needed, just enough, but not too much, try to read his mind without acting clingy, on and on… so many many things a woman is supposed to be and do and look to be pleasing to some man who couldn’t care less.

Never again. Never ever ever again.

All those times I fussed and agonized over how I looked to meet some gross slob from a dating site who seemed to have just rolled out of bed and grabbed clothes off the floor? And forgot his wallet, ha ha ha. Not to mention the fact that they were invariably late because… thoughtless and rude. 😡

Nope. Not gonna happen. But this crush took me by surprise because it didn’t happen via a dating site. I haven’t met a man from a site in almost 3 years! But it ended up the same… annoying AF. Not that it had anything to do with the person; the entire thing played out all inside my own head.

I will consider it a warning. ⚠️

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Image originally from Pixabay.

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The Monday Peeve 25

Monday Peeve cat

Smiles and positive posts are all well and good, but sometimes I need to vent a bit. How about you? That’s what The Monday Peeve is all about, a chance to blow off a little steam at the beginning of the week, so then we can go merrily on our way once again (hah). I’ll pick a topic that’s on my mind, but you can vent about whatever you please, here in comments or on your own blog. Grab the photo, use the #TMP tag, and link back to me (or not ~ I dgaf), and Bob’s yer uncle. I do reserve the right to delete any links that offend my delicate sensibilities. So far, none have, but it could happen! I have feelings!

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SURVEYS ARGGHHHH! Last week it was videos driving me bonkers and this week it’s surveys. They are everywhere, aren’t they? You can’t do anything nowadays without some irritating follow-up pestering you with questions. How do I know my answers mean anything, go anywhere, or will be read rather than deleted? Only once did I ever get a reply to a complaint I made in a survey.

I’m starting to delete them all because they take too much of my time. Over the years, I’ve found customer service to be worse and worse, while surveys have increased in volume, so there must be a correlation.

My idea: surveys cause crappy service. Let’s create a pile of questions on that concept and email them to a million corporate addresses. 😡😡😡

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Image originally from Pixabay.

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