There we were, driving home from Binghamton after a fabulous weekend of fun and frolic with the family. We were all full of good food, stuffing and turkey and mashed potatoes and gravy. I think we could all still taste pie and cake, and there was definitely a bit of letting the belt out. Then, suddenly, "Aw, tartar sauce!" bounced around the car. The exclamation came from my 10-year-old granddaughter. She said it under her breath, but we all heard it. "Aw, tartar sauce!" That was it - two words that had little meaning to the issue at hand, but...that served their purpose.
We all laughed. What else was there to do? Miah had blurted the phrase out in response to being told 'no'... although I can't quite remember what the no was for. Didn't matter because the reaction from all of us in the car was outright laughter.
What a difference to the comments many of us are making, in response to the declining economy and bad judgment from executives at the UAW - among other far more terrible events. Everything seems colored with gloom and doom. Gloom about the present, and doom about the future.
"Aw, tartar sauce!" That's what I say, now. Not to demean world events, but to stop long enough to make sense of them, if one can do so.