Okay, I’m gonna admit that I woke up this morning a little down.  Down, dooby do down down, comma  comma, down dooby do … oh good lord, I’m so depressed that I’m having a Neil Sedaka attack.

The thought of facing a resurgence of 3,000 deaths a day (think about it – that’s a 911 every damn day) and being locked in my house for three more months just made me crazy.

I was doing a housecoat rant this morning about all the things I want – I want to go to the farmer’s market and feel the peaches to see if they are ripe. I want to take a nap in the hammock with my grandson. I want to go to the eye doctor for new glasses – and this time I’m gonna get some with rhinestones. I want to go to the theater for a musical and slug the person behind me if they think it’s a sing-along. I want to eat crawfish for hours with a whole bunch of people around the table. I want go somewhere at night with my fancy clothes on. .

And there is my idea.

I think I’m going to put up my Christmas lights and I’m going to invite my friends to come drive by my house at night and see some damn joy. I think you ought to do the same thing. I think this should be viral so you can drive around at night to see the lights.  I don’t know about foreign states, but in Texas we can do tacky and extravagant with sublime perfection. Some people even hire other people to do their lights professionally, which is a job and goodness knows we need jobs.

We could just leave those suckers up until December. We could add a flag for the 4th of July, some political signs for election day, you know, keep it topical.

The only downside I see is that if a hurricane comes, you gotta haul all that crap back into the garage, but face it, you ain’t got nothing to do anyway.

That’s my idea. I think it’s a pretty good idea considering all the other ideas I’ve heard lately.

Or, you could be like Glen and build a chicken coop and bird feeder in your backyard made out of old political signs.

See, I told you we can do tacky with perfection in Texas.