After three years of “The Week In Seven Photos” series, maybe it’s time to switch things up and create a weekly “Welcome To My Rant” series. It was nice this week to not be the only one floating in the middle of the lake ranting about the state of the world or how crowded the lakes are so early in the season.
Unfortunately, compared to at home where my husband has strictly abided by the stay-at-home order and has been trapped in the house ignoring my ranting for months (one would think by know he would be happy to escape and resume the grocery shopping), the birds disappeared before I could finish my rant.
I guess they did not find it interesting that I was ranting about the fact that the only thing blooming at my house are dandelions and
about the fact that now when I see a state on my Diet Mtn Dew bottle I don’t immediately think about the great vacation I experienced there, but the fact that I would now have to self-quarantine for fourteen days if I decided to plan a visit. At this point in the crisis, I have no desire to debate all the different rules, theories and recommendations, but
I am more than willing to rant about any topic (especially, the many creative social distancing themes for restaurants) until I have someone sputtering with laughter on their favorite beverage discussing fashionable pool noodle hats and rude mannequins eavesdropping on dinner.
I understand that for some a yoga class might be necessary to help relax after listening to me rant while
others may quickly disappear from the room like Harper did last weekend when I began ranting, while wearing my favorite Peyton Manning jersey, about Tom Brady during the fantastic golf match with Peyton, Brady, Phil Mickelson and Tiger Woods. Harper and I may have to begin therapy soon since someone has tried to convince us that my ranting is part of her anxiety problem and that same someone won’t leave the house long enough for me to sneak in an emotional support dog for Harper. Since our stay-at-home order has been extended again and I have little faith in a fast-tracked vaccine, I’m beginning to think a “Welcome To My Rant” series might save me from dog and couples therapy.