Holiday Hangover In Hoots
Sunday, November 29th, 2009
A Time Of Rest
During any holiday, Hoots kind of shuts down. On Saturday, there were some pre-Christmas events but all in all, the folks I hang with had vanished from sight. I guess this is a good thing. We replenish ourselves a bit.
On Friday, I was out for a bit and noticed a restlessness not that different from my own. Mr. Joe just needed out of the house. Our friend Sweetie had bought a Black Friday computer for her birthday and was beaming over her good

The Lovely Mr. Joe
fortune.Dirk Diggler looked tired. The Businator had grown a few days of a beard that suited him well. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him in a baseball cap in the 19 years I’ve known him but it worked for him. Another friend found out her mother had been diagnosed with cancer. The sadness in her eyes sat like an anvil, but she kept smiling.
There are some things you cannot hide.
We love our families and friends, but there comes a time when family awkwardness drives us into the streets. Or in my case, my family was gone so I just went out with Squirrel Queen and did some observing. Next year, I hope to be able to spend the holidays out of town. Either in the mountains or in a hotel room, as I would easily become Minnesota Fats and live in one permanently if the financial gods decided to bless me. I love hotel living. I am unapologetic for this. If this can’t be done, I will make a traditional Turkey dinner and invite people that are alone for the holidays that I know to come and visit. Tis best to do things that are helpful and of value.
There was vegetable soup, thick and comforting, at the local diner the day after Thanksgiving and news of Tiger Woods on the television, although the accusations regarding his wife were not reported at that time. I think it is rather bizarre that Woods postponed his police interview. I am assuming that most people would not have that luxury. I am eager to see if the allegations are correct about his wife only for the fact that if they are not, then it’s just another case of “Blame the woman that married the rich guy” mentality that happens in this country quite a bit. If they are accurate, violence is violence despite the gender and she deserves to be dealt with in a legal, appropriate manner. The time factor though will mean that public relations people spent a busy weekend despite the outcome. The tabloids, tired of Jon and Kate and Adam Lambert, have new fodder to keep them busy.
It bores me, quite frankly, that we give so much energy to speculation and not to facts. I guess the facts will come, but yet I still am somewhat hesitant to give any thought to it.

Sharks In Hoots
I watched monster movies yesterday. A giant shark fought an enormous octopus and the movie even had Deborah Gibson in it. It was awful but I watched anyway, giggling at the bad special effects done poorly on what appeared to be a 10-year-old Mac.
Now, a question as I sit drinking coffee this morning. Should I write a book about Hoots? I’ve thought about it. What do you think, kind reader? Would people want to read about Hoots or can they do it here?
Trying to think outside the box.









