Paula Light is the lovely hostess for The Monday Peeve, where I get to do the thing I cannot do in real life – air my inner most complaints.
I didn’t get to air my peeves last week because of, um, exhaustion, laziness, and, um, procrastination 🙄😒, so I’m getting ’em out this week. After all, it’s not good to hold back.
First of all, fireworks, that’s a peeve, am I right? Sure, they are pretty to look at and magical to photograph but really, people shouldn’t be allowed to shoot fireworks after a certain hour. In Utah, there are two times people can set off fireworks and both times are in the month of July – 4th and 24th. People can play with fireworks 3 days before and 3 days after each holiday plus the day of, which gives them 14 days and gives me 14 sleepless nights, despite my nights are currently pretty sleepless as it is.
On the night of the 4th, a few of my neighbors decided to shoot off fireworks until midnight.
Midnight!
Some people, if not most people, have to work the next day and are trying to get some shut-eye. What’s worse, I found fireworks scraps in my backyard the morning after – my fenced-in backyard, my garden, my sanctuary.
That made me angry and it wasn’t the first time. Sometimes, on New Year’s Eve, there would be illegal fireworks going off and then I would find firework scraps in my beautifully snow-white front yard on New Year’s day.
My peeve this week has to do with pollen. It’s been windy here and I’m not talking about a cool breeze. I’m talking about securing-your-backyard-trampoline-kind of windy. So pollen has been flying. Even the weather app says pollen is high in my area and sometimes, I would let out a sneeze or two. It’s normal, I’m human, right, at least last time I checked, not some emotionless robot that’s being constantly tormented by person-who-shall-not-be-named.
What I don’t appreciate is being told again and again my garden is the source of my sneeze. “That’s what you get for having a garden.” Those words would sound from somewhere in the house every time I sneeze. What’s wrong with sneezing? And way to go blaming on the thing that’s been feeding you veggies for the last 2 months.
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Even if you didn’t have a garden, there would still be pollen in the air from all the rest of the trees and plants. At least you get pleasure out of your own (and fresh food)!
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Exactly, there are so much dandelions flying around these days that if one of those little things get near me, I’ll sneeze.
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That reminds me of the time when I coughed (once, I actually cleared my throat) while standing in line six feet behind a youngish woman in a grocery store during the pandemic (with a mask on, mind you) and she had a hissy fit. Ahh, ahh, ahh!! I asked that broad, “What’s your problem? I’ve got a mask on.” She promptly fled from the line and I was able to move up one person in line so it worked out. Now people act like coughing or sneezing is a personal affront to them, which is asinine. And they didn’t even start getting all up in arms about them until the pandemic.You could’ve had the bubonic plague back before people were wearing masks and they wouldn’t have known, nor were they saying anything.
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Haha, that lady sounded like my mom, except she would’ve given you the death stare and then complain to me afterwards. I agree, people nowadays don’t take lightly when someone coughs or sneezes in front of them. I often just roll my eyes and mentally say, “whatever.”
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Actually, I was behind her but yes, people like to trip sometimes, like they don’t ever cough or sneeze.
As for fireworks, they were shooting them off until about 1:30 a.m. on the 5th of July. And one guy was shooting them off in front of my house (say what!) and he didn’t even live in the neighborhood. 😒 In fact, he appeared to be under the influence of something, which made it worse. I found the remnants of one on my driveway. I need to talk to my neighbor…
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Personal fireworks are illegal here in Nevada; regardless, 4th of July is just horrifying. I live in a forested tourist town. The fire department keeps at least one brush truck at the local beach, and park the rest of the trucks outside of the station, all ready to go. Eventually, one drunk flatlander with a bottle rocket is all it’s going to take to burn the town.
The wind knocks pine pollen out of the trees like a waterfall, coating everything in a yellow-green dust. Been especially bad this year. Supposedly, it’s too coarse to cause allergic reactions. But it’s like sand in your eyes.
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