If you read the last piece I wrote, you probably know I’m not feeling “top of the world” right now. I have, oddly, felt worse. I suppose the issues I have with reality these days are so overwhelming, I can’t even begin to cope with them. I don’t have to find a way out because I don’t see a way out. Not by me, anyway.
So instead, I’m rolling along, rereading Terry Pratchett, planning a holiday dinner, watching old Christmas movies and trying hard to not think about anything “upsetting.” Since everything out there in the world is upsetting, I am finding not thinking at all is the way to go.
SHARING MY WORLD QUESTIONS
What is your least favorite holiday side dish?
Turkey. Roasted, sliced, diced, or boiled to a soup, I’d rather eat almost anything else. Who decided we had to eat turkey anyway? Dry, tough meat and the only good part of it used to be the stuffing until we were warned we would poison ourselves if we put the stuffing IN the turkey. And imagine, all those years we ate stuffed turkey and we didn’t die. How did we survive? Oh, wait — SIDE dish? As far as I’m concerned, the turkey IS a side dish. I like everything else — just not the turkey.
What is the ugliest or most tasteless decoration you’ve ever seen?
I have seen too many. That’s probably why I can’t see. I’ve been blinded by naked Santas, drunken Rudolphs, and sickeningly sweet cherubs. I couldn’t tell you which one was worse than the others. They were ALL bad.
What is a cherished or unusual (either or both) family tradition from your childhood?
I was raised Jewish. There are no family Christmas traditions because we never had a family Christmas.
Jesus would not celebrate Christmas either. Jesus was Jewish. Besides, it would be rude to have a national holiday for oneself and overall, he was a polite, nice kind of guy.
You’re walking down the street, feeling great — what holiday song would be playing in the background?
Sleigh Bells played by the Boston Pops.
We aren’t completely broke. No one is fighting with anyone about anything. I got two new cashmere sweaters (at 70% off each!) to replace my 20-year-old sweaters that are covered in ratty little pills, they were in urgent need of replacement. If the world weren’t crashing around us, it might have been a great holiday season. It’s just I can’t quite get the looming disasters out of my head. They are like worms eating my mental hard drive.