Owlish Mutterings

Mooo.

In high school, a group of friends had the custom of using "mooo" whenever a four letter word was called for.

I'm heading up to Dallas tomorrow, to meet my parents and grandfather at a day long conference on Wednesday. It could be fun, but probably won't be. I may go back to the Tiny Texas Town with them, or not; no real reason to go, no huge reason not to. I had thought the conference was in the afternoon, so the plan was to drive to Houston, spend the night with friends on Tuesday, then drive up Wednesday. But no.

So, I'm feeling grumpy. Is it because (1) Hurricane Katrina still is a big mess? (2) 9/11/05 just happened and I barely noticed? (3) My friends will likely either put their dog to sleep, or have a huge fight, or both? (4) I went up to see my niece, and my cousin seemed happy to see me. So why didn't he return any of my gorram phone calls? And yeah, the combination of lots of family wanting to see the kid plus lack of sleep didn't help matters, but still. [he's already gone back to work, she's hoping to stay with the kid until Jan 1.] (5) I liked skyblue72 on Saturday, wasn't wild about any of the other bands, but it was fun and different. Talked to one guy some, don't know if he was trying to pick me up or was just a bored clueless geek. And I don't know what I would have wanted. (6) The LLP group keeps having discussions which are somewhat interesting but for which I have little to contribute. (7) I am sure I have skills which would be damn useful for dealing with the evacuees, but which would require me to be licensed to be useful. (8) The only thing my dad can think of that I would want to do in the Tiny Texas Town is drive their four wheeler. So every time the subject of me coming up there comes up, he mentions the four wheeler.

I'm not pissed enough for anything stronger, so Mooo.