Sunday Poser #111

Q. When you reblog/share ~ do you ask permission or inform?
A. During my tenure on Blogosphere, I don’t recall ever doing either. 
If I did, I think I’d ask or inform though ~ take the initiative to practice 
‘Common Courtesy’.
Thoughts and feelings on this:
In today’s world of ‘screenshots’ and ‘screen recording’ one has no idea
what another’s intentions are with regard to a blogger’s content.
Technology allows folk worldwide to interact and personally I refrain from
airing dirty laundry facts since once published it remains on the internet
forevermore.
A few years ago, I remember finding a replica site chock full of numerous
bloggers’ content.
Scrolling the page inclusive was each blogger’s avatar and I for one never
gave anyone permission to transfer my posts. 
An eyeopener and surprise welcome to world of plagiarism. 

https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2022/12/18/sunday-poser-111/

Sunday Poser #104

Today’s question posed is: ‘How Often Do You Re-Share Posts?’

Re-sharing a post I previously wrote never appealed to me in the past.

Once when prompted to share one from a specific date I chose not to

participate. The reason for my decision was either I hadn’t written a

post on that particular date or I couldn’t figure out how to share the read.

Re-thinking the whole process now explained with a mere few steps this idea

could be quite beneficial.

To revisit some oldies and make grammatical corrections actually seems like fun.

For certain I’d laugh at my mistakes, compare the style of writing then and now

plus realize the amount of improvement which took place during my tenure thus

far on Blogosphere.

Random thoughts – pencil in a date then see what happens to same post using the

block editor, a goal for me in the near future.

A new journey to travel from one type of editor to another – wonder how this path

will appeal to me.

First, it’s imperative I learn the newer editor especially after reading a few posts

about the success some bloggers have experienced once they learned how to maneuver

the changeover.

It’s time to conquer fear of the unknown rather than dismiss those technology updates.

Think Positive!  You can do it!  Pray!


https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2022/10/30/sunday-poser-104/

Sunday Poser #89

Question posed this week:

“What makes you want to comment on a post?

Answers in no particular order:
1. If I enjoy the content of the blogger’s post, I’ll leave a short positive
comment.

2. During my tenure in Blogosphere I’ve met some truly nice individuals.
A few have become great virtual friends and I look forward to their posts
and shared comments.

3. I enjoy reading blog posts on topics of interest to me and on occasion
took time to read rather lengthy ones and thankful for newly acquired
knowledge.

If a blogger interjects too many ‘big words’ which require me to access
my dictionary continually to comprehend the basics of the storyline then
(sorry, adios – my time is precious to me).

Over a period of months if I leave nice comments and never receive even
a ‘Thank you’ eventually I choose to bypass the blogger’s posts.
Either said individual lacks knowledge of blogging etiquette or worse case
scenario is the typical narcissist who desires lots of praise and offers no
feedback in return.

When time allots, I now delete bloggers from my follow list who meet
the aforementioned descriptions contained within my last two paragraphs.

https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2022/07/17/sunday-poser-89/

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Sunday Poser #69

Topic:  ‘hoarding
Questions: 
Do you hoard or collect things so that you don’t run out of them?
And if you do and later on find that you don’t need them after all,
what do you do with them?

Until recent times I’d have to answer ‘no‘ since I don’t consider
stocking up on everyday items, especially due to harsh winters,
a problem known in today’s world as ‘hoarding‘.

The chest freezer was full; the panty had a sufficient food supply
and in some cabinets could be found some ‘just in case’ items.
I don’t recollect excess storage of any one item other than fabric
or yarn purchased on sale.
Organization was great – all items had a set place with room for
limited expansion.

Fast forward ~ comparison:
During the last decade, divorced and suffering from severe anxiety
combined with chronic depression thanks to nasty circumstances,
I started not to care about my surroundings.

A new attitude:
‘I’ll get around to it tomorrow’ turned my life upside down again.
True ’twas impossible to stuff one’s belongings from an actual
3BR house into a one-bedroom apartment’. Reality is there wasn’t
enough room and thus started the problem.

My child tried to convince me that what I was surrounded by was
considered clean clutter.

Mind you years prior I’d donated items to two local senior centers,
sold clothing at a consignment store, given away perfectly good
stuff to acquaintances and sold items on my eBay store.

As I have no individual who desires any of my hand-me downs,
I opted to hire a cleaning professional. As luck would have it the
Pandemic reared its ugly head and thus a postponement of much
needed assistance.

One day a wakeup call and no choice other than take a risk with
masks worn.
With kitchen, living room and bathroom near complete along
came variant Omicron – another delay.

It’s a daily battle to abstain from idea ‘leave it for tomorrow’.

I’ll be thankful when this process is finalized and believe me I have
no desire to return to the scenario I allowed the creation thereof.
I hadn’t reached the 1st level when I realized I had no choice than
ask for help. Me, myself and I couldn’t handle the work.

The saddest lesson I’ve learned in life is ‘never expect anything
from anyone’ in spite of how good you treated them thru the
years.

For those of you who have no idea, there are 5 levels of hoarding
and the internet has a wealth of information to educate oneself
with regard to this topic.

https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2022/02/27/sunday-poser-69/

Sunday Poser #62

Today’s question:

Have you ever been hurt by your expectations?’

In my youth I lived two houses over from a Catholic

Church.

Early in a brand new school year I went with friends

to sign up for CCD class (Catechism).

To register a parent had to fill out the required form.

My Mother simply told me I couldn’t attend without

sharing a reason then placed the paperwork in the

trash.

Determined to learn about religion each Sunday I

attended Mass.

At first it was scary since I had no idea what to expect.

I watched other parishioners and since not an official

member knew better than proceed to the Altar for

Communion.

When I turned eighteen, I registered for adult religious

classes.

It wasn’t until my father passed away that I learned the

reason Church was off limits.

I had a half-brother. This was my dad’s second marriage.

Back in the 50s and 60s people rarely spoke about marital

indiscretions.

Above is one of numerous incidents throughout life that

created extreme distrust in humans.

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