Our son sent me a text earlier this week along with this photo:
“This is how low I’ve had to stoop to mimic your lefse”.
“It tastes like mediocrity and sadness. As if some underappreciated Norse lady made it sacrificing quality for quantity. It causes me great Weltschmerz”.
I am sure that there are many people who gladly eat Mrs. Olson’s potato lefse and really like it. My son is pretty spoiled. I am making lefse today and bringing several packages with me in my suitcase to Brookings on Monday.
I understand his Weltschmerz, his world weariness and melancholy, especially now that Christmas is over and the new year looms ahead with all its uncertainty. I combat it with baking and catnaps.
Where is your Weltschmerz meter at these days? What causes your Weltschmerz? How do you cope with the inadequacy and imperfection of this world?