Don’t give a hoot

I don’t give a hoot.

I should say, I rarely give a hoot. I’m not the rowdy type. During my teens and twenties, I gave a hoot more often. I tried to be careful not to get the boot.

I suspect the slang word, hoot, has been dropped into the slang bin. Language constantly morphs.

A good comedian often creates a hoot of a character. Lily Tomlin created the hoot, Ernestine, the telephone operator.

In the end all we have is words. Words to share. Words to remember.

FYI, I’ve disclaimed my disclaimer so no need to present it here. Really, I don’t give a hoot. But if you do, the comment box is open.

sound memories

Just a short post about my recent memory of a sound.

 

With your mind's eye think about the following sounds.

not pleasant

common sound

shocking sound

Now that I have you thinking of sounds and the possible memories they evoke, I need to give you a little background for this post.

Years ago we decided to add a voice activated gadget to our kitchen. I posted about this gadget made by Google called Home Mini. (here's a link to the that post) 

I listen to music to relax or just travel to some imaginary place. If I'm cleaning some dishes (ok, it's not a task I'm at all eager to do) I often have our gadget play some music.

Also, one of our adult kids have given me access to their Spotify account. I enjoy Spotify (odd name for it IMHO).

Just one more background item. Days before Christmas, I heard the sound of water running coming from our basement. Unless the washing machine was being run this sound needed further investigating quickly. Also our washing machine is much quieter than what I heard.

Our hot water heater sprung a leak and we sprung into action after a bit of confusion. The end result was having a new water heater as a house Christmas present. BTW, Santa doesn't include installation.

My memory of rushing water disturbed me when I heard it in "so-called relaxation" music. There's a relaxation album on Spotify that is agitating to me.

I know people react differently to the same sound. Listening to rushing water might be relaxing, but not for me.

Oh here's a relaxing song IMHO.

 

 

Endings

Ending of the week, weekend. Ending of the year, year end. Unless you are in a business meeting, “year end” does not come up often in conversation. Instead, we say new year and focus on the hope for the new year. I like “new year” vs. “year end”, but the transition is the same moment in time.

Do we get conditioned by books and movies to expect happy endings? Those are other people’s stories not your own. I say, most people have hope and if you have hope then you might expect a happy ending to your own story.

Over the hill - what hill? There are many obstacles faced in life. It seems that obstacles that were minor annoyances in my past appear as insurmountable now. Dealing with frequent changes has become a bigger problem. Is my final stage (stage? phase? no stage needed to act) not meeting my expectations?

The world changed and I changed but not in sync with those world changes.

I’m stealing the following line from the Jim Croce song, “Age” for advice about hills and climbing.

I’ll be careful while
I’m climbin’ ‘cause it
hurts a lot to drop

I’ll dig up some hope for next year. I’m reminded of the saying, “if I didn’t have bad luck, I’d have no luck at all.”