Losing your happy

vm_rick

 

I had to bring the Elders back to my house for the next two days because of “issues” at their home.

I’d thought it would be a pleasant afternoon, but it wasn’t.

Eleora wasn’t her usually happy self. Tellias was moody.

They just sit. I speak. They answer like moody teens with monosyllabic mubblings.

Then they start to complain. Not about me, but about everything. I will not let them watch the debates tonight. That will make all of us grouchy.

Then they smile and thank me for letting them stay over.

Maybe it is just me today with plans made, that are now unmade.

“Did you get a tree up yet?”

“NO,” they say in unison. They say they have no friends so they won’t be putting up a tree. I tell them that they are being silly. Then they start to complain about my brother Val who lives with them part of the time.

I asked them about Val and they shrug.

“Where’d you lose your happy?”

They glare at me.

Ancient Vampires are a lot like ancient regular people.

Maybe it isn’t them. Maybe it is me. Maybe a little bit of both. Maybe we’re all just out of sorts. Maybe it is them. Maybe I just need to take a walk.

I look out the window hoping The Ghost is out there. No such luck. At least he would have been a distraction.

The cat comes in and they light up like Christmas trees. Oh the cat. Then Clara comes home from school. She is sixteen. They light up. Everyone is happy.

They’re tired of me. Sometimes I feel like the novelty wore off a hundred years ago.

I made a place on the couch between Eleora and Tellias and sat. I put a blanket over our legs and the cats began to pile on, purring and kneading with their paws.. Then we watched the debates and talked through it all. Maybe it was worth watching something that could be potentially weirder than three Vampires sitting on a couch in the light of a Christmas tree watching Republican Debates. I mean really, what could be weirder? OK I can think of a lot of things.

 

Then again, we’re all together. What could be better.

 

~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman

 

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4 thoughts on “Losing your happy

  1. When you spend time a lot of time with elders, you tend to notice the masks are gone; what you see is what you get. Are they happy? Bored? Hopeful? Waiting to die? When you’re young and full of purpose, exposure to those late in life makes you question your future…even if you think (or know) you’ll live forever. It’s times like that I prefer being thought of as “an obnoxious twenty-something” than wonder how I’ll really feel after my first couple of centuries.

    I hope I keep my happy.

    Great post as usual — though I may go hide for a bit and cry a little.

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