Our Sanity Preservation Day

I tell ya, with all that’s going on in our country and in our world, we Americans will take any excuse to party and celebrate and try for a day or two to escape reality. As a human being, I see nothing in the world wrong with that. I think it’s called sanity preservation.

Just look at this past Super Bowl Sunday. Even people who could care less about football attended parties and had fun. Why not? We are desperate for something to celebrate even if it’s just a sporting event.

Sunday was the dreariest of days here. It was a bit chilly and damp and dark. Heavy dark clouds hung over us all day. If you felt blue when this day began there was no where to go but down hill the rest of the day.

Fortunately no one in our household had the blues. We had planned to attend an outside art show but the weather changed our plans. Instead Mr. Pop spent the better part of the morning here at the computer working and I, like an idiot, watched the Sunday morning shows like Meet the Press, etc.

We had planned a Super Bowl dinner of Southern fried chicken and potato salad with carrot cake for dessert. The plan was to eat and drink and watch football. I gotta tell you, I can fry damned good chicken and my potato salad kicks some butt too. The carrot cake I leave to the professional bakers at our local market.

The afternoon was dragging by. It was too early to begin cooking. I made the potato salad Saturday so it would have plenty of time to chill over night. So while we were in this pre-cooking zone what was there to do? I flipped the TV channels around and happened upon the Puppy Bowl. If you didn’t see it, you missed some of the cutest puppies playing on a pretend enclosed little football field. They were romping and playing and having a grand time. Whenever one of the puppies peed or pooped on the field, a human dressed as a referee would blow the whistle and announce a personal foul on the puppy responsible. Then he would go into the enclosure and clean up the problem. Talk about mindless TV, but those sweet little puppies sure were fun and the time sure did fly by.

So yes, we did take a timeout for a little while Sunday and we had fun. We ate like southern pigs, we drank like football fans must and we enjoyed the hell out of ourselves. Sometimes politics, war and all things ugly must be given a timeout. Sometimes sanity needs a wee bit of preservation. That’s what we did and that’s why we did it.

If you might be wondering, there were no hangovers here on Tuesday morning, but there was some great cold fried chicken in the frig. Life can be good if you allow it!