Yeah, I’m Talking About You

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Yesterday was Paul Light’s Monday Pet Peeve, but I was so peeved it took me awhile to articulate this because all that came out was ARRRGHHHHHHHHHDAMNIT!

Here it goes.

I do what I’m supposed to do under the Covid-19 Rules in my State.

During the holidays my family didn’t get together- even though we live within a block or two of each other. We stuck to the guidelines about not mixing households.

I wear my masks ONCE- when I get home from work it goes from my face  to the washer along with my work clothes. I don’t wear my workshoes in my house. I don’t hang it on my rearview mirror with the notion that the germs on it will die over night.

I wash my hands, I do the social distancing.

My entire family follows the rules and guess what.

None of us got sick- which is good because at least 5 of my family members have underlying health conditions that could make Covid-19 a VERY serious problem for them.

So the problem? My Peeve?

It’s the satellite people in my life that I have to deal with- people on the train, professional acquaintances who think it’s okay to dance off and go to super spreader events, or play like they’re following the rules and then let it slip about how they just “had” to go to this party or that party because it was SO important. Plus nobody was coughing or running a temperature so it’s all good.

I could not  possibly careless about the risks these Covaidiots take, but during the work week I have to deal with these jerks one on one. No Zooms for us.

I’m tired of doing what’s right because in doing what’s right for the people I care about, I’m also doing it for a bunch of scum suckers and bottom feeders too.

I wish there was a way to tease those two groups apart because I’ve had it up to my eyeballs with the being forced to care about a bunch of people despise with a passion.

My Monday Peeve is pretty big and it’s still eating at me  and it’s Tuesday.

The House Always Wins

Prompt: Monday Pet Peeve

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Just before Thanksgiving, way ahead of Christmas and New Years Eve people were warned to not get on those planes, to not fly all over the Country and to not celebrate the holidays with people who don’t live in your house.

So during that time,  on the news people were interviewed and they said things like, ‘they wore masks and they weren’t sick and they people they were visiting were fine’ so they felt they were being responsible and taking responsibility  for themselves’ and I guess they felt their reward for taking these so called actions was to be able to do whatever the hell they want.

One young woman I talked to on the commuter train I ride said she just ” had to be with her family ” so she was flying to California ( yeah, anybody see their numbers today? ) and then she sniffed and stiffled a sneeze.

Fast forward and guess what, Covid 19 is raging like a wilfire in the mountains during a draught  and there are pictures of freezer trucks for the dead  and bodies wrapped in plastic being carted out of the hospitals on the news almost every night and people still DO NOT EFFING GET IT.

So let me break it down.

I like to go to Vegas and I like to play the slot machines.

I usually break even and sometimes I win.

My secret: Every time I hit the spin button I say to myself:

” They house always wins. ”

THE HOUSE ALWAYS WIN.

Basically  I’m playing  it safe and my reward is watching a bunch of candy riding a roller coaster or I get to see a bunch of dalmatians jump on fire truck and put out a fire or a fisherman pulls up buoys and tells me what a great catch I got.

It’s fun in its own way and guess what, I don’t lose any money and I have a few laughs- but no way do I think  I’m beating the odds and winning.

On the other hand, every time you pull a jackass stunt and think you’ve got the odds figured out and you get on a plane and go to an event with a bunch of other people as ‘responsible ‘ as yourself, or you go blow out a bunch of candles on a birthday cake with five other people and then give hugs and eat cake off of the tableware you just spread your germs all over keep in mind:

You are taking a gamble, you are playing the odds but  it would be wise to say this to yourself:

THE HOUSE ALWAYS WINS.

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Late For Dinner

Word of the Day Challenge: Belly-Cheer

Photographer A.M. Moscoso Royal Museum BC

Yesterday a storm raged through Seattle.

The skies turned black and then they spilt open and then it rained and it rained and it rained and then the streets flooded, it should have been a magical time for me but it wasn’t.

After the the skies got tired of raining an ocean upon us all, it snowed-  in certain areas the flakes I was told were as big as your hand.

It snowed where I live, I know it was snowing only because someone sent me a text but I didn’t care. I didn’t even get up to look out the window.

It turned to rain again anyway.

I should be having a lot of feelings right now and I’m not.

Right now I should be going crazy because I forgot to buy enough gift wrapping paper, or I forgot something for roasting the turkey and sure, at this point I have two shopping days left and I work in downtown Seattle so really I should be going a little crazy but not overwhelmed.

This Christmas I will not be with my family or my friends.

I will cook anyway and we will be dropping by on each other to exchange gifts and food, but we won’t be hanging out together- we won’t be eating to much food or playing board games or playing Bingo for our stocking stuffer presents.

We won’t be telling ghost stories or playing with our dogs or trying to decide if we were going to go out the day after Christmas.

We won’t be listening to Christmas music or checking the weather reports to see if it was going to snow and complaining bitterly when it looks like it won’t be snowing.

Last night in my living room I stared at my tree and I decided to take it down Christmas Day.

That’s what I’ll be doing Christmas day.

Taking down my tree.

Maybe I will think about it this way, it’s not like we’re canceling Christmas Dinner. It’s not like Christmas isn’t going to happen.

It’s more like we’re all late for Dinner and what we need to do is keep things like our ideas and enthusiasm for the holidays safe and  warm and vivid and alive until we all get there and can celebrate like we always do.

That sounds like a good idea.

Doesn’t it?

Photographer: A.M. Moscoso Royal Museum BC