The Let Down

We’ve all experienced it I am sure. Walking out of a football stadium, your team won, it was a great game, you screamed your lungs out, but then the let down begins to hit and by the time you’re home you have waves of, “hip hip hooray” mixed with waves of, “quick lets dial back to the middle of the game and live it all over again”.

So you’re not a football fan, how ’bout Christmas, when the last leftover is eaten and the tree gets put away and it is still a month or two before any of the pretty spring flowers show up to brighten your world… .

So you don’t celebrate the pagan holiday Christmas, how ’bout you’re driving home from a great vacation, you caught a zillion fish, you hiked farther than you ever thought you could, the weather was constantly perfect, the trailer parked and hooked up in minutes, or all the tent stakes were in the bag and the food never got soggy in the cooler and the organic, non-toxic mosquito repellent actually worked this time. But now you are heading home. Excited to sleep in your own bed, but…. but you had such a good time you really wish it could go on forever, as if you were stuck in a good groundhog day movie.

That’s where I’m at, let down. My weekend company pulled out of our driveway at about threeish on Sunday, Mike and Rebecca stayed for dinner, the adults even played a little Mario cart, (don’t bug me, I know we are way behind the fun and games curve but, “Hi my name is Lanny, and I’m a gameaholic and it all began with pinball.” Yes, my family has had to suffer for the sins of the mother) but then even the Bowermans had to go home, (they successfully stepped over my dead body flung at the doorway) and there I was, partyless.

So yesterday I wandered around aimlessly throwing slug bait here and there, wondering where I should plant this or that, digging up a few weeds in the driveway, watching all the different finches pluck the seeds out of the dandelion puffs.

I’ll be okay in a day or two.

Maybe.