Hello from my parents’ house, where Mr. CL is prowling for “Real Coffee” and I’m hiding under a duvet looking for rerun fodder. Found this gem on Meh and what it looks like.
Once upon a time, long, long ago, and not really that long ago, I spent Christmas Eve in this exact home under very different circumstances. I’d just had my first D-Day. Cheater was very, very busy for the holidays and I was in the beginning stages of being lawyered up and very, very confused.
It must’ve been a very painful time, but I can’t really remember that. What stands out now is how familiar everything is, and was. My mother’s decor. What we eat for breakfast (Florida grapefruit and stollen — A German bread with candied citrus. DON’T JUDGE OUR WEIRD HOLIDAY FOODS.) The Rudolph the Red-Nose Reindeer that once came in my son’s Happy Meal whose nose still miraculously lights 18 years later.
This is still my family at the holidays, Mr. CL is family and he blends right in. No drama (unless you count the search for Starbucks French Roast coffee podules — pro tip: CVS, night-time stocking stuffer run.) All that Pain was finite. Meh is possible. Whatever is convulsing you now will just be background blur in your life. And what really matters stays firm. Until it doesn’t because of time, nothing nefarious.
This is the last year in my parent’s house. They’re excited about senior living. I am having many heirlooms pressed on me (I ducked the ceramic choirboys). Point is life changes, and it can change for the better, and it’s all survivable. Enjoy a rerun on the Promise Land of Meh.
So the other day a little commentary broke out on a thread when Luziana pronounced herself the future “Mayor of Meh Town.”
In the Kingdom of Meh, there are no sad sausages. Says Luz: