Sisters

I've been blue lately.

I recently returned from visiting my sister and her family in North Carolina.

I love to go there but I hate to leave.

Whenever I go there it would be so simple to just... stay.

While my house is my home her house is more like coming home to me.

When I'm there I'm surrounded by memories brought on by countless knick knacks and photographs, strategically placed to invoke historical remembrance.

In one guest room sits the bronzed baby shoes of my sister Judy. Also in there are the gnomes that sat under the library table that my mother used to own.

In the room I slept in, on a small table near a window my eyes fell upon a tiny wooden box with the picture of the Virgin Mary on top. This box sat on my mother's dresser since before the time of my memories began.

Downstairs in the parlor there are about twenty black and white photos sitting atop a piano. All lovingly framed and placed there by my sister's gentle hands. Each time I visit we look at the pictures and talk about long-gone family members. Oddly this was the first time that I ever noticed how much her son, my nephew looks like his father's grandfather. We've always known that her daughter, my niece favors our mother. Seeing my nephew in his paternal grandfather's face was beautiful.

In every room lies the history of her life and mine. Since before mine began, throughout my entire life, people that bind us together and personal belongings that have passed through generations.

I cannot chalk it up to fate because it feels like a bigger thing. We are sisters, forever entwined by the strings of fate, perhaps. But eternally bound by the love that share for each other.

I was thinking today. Yes, it's true. I do, do that from time to time.

I was wondering why bad things happen to good people. I was wondering why bad things happen to bad people. I was wondering why bad things happen.

I didn't come up with an answer. I guess I'm not as smart as I smart I am.

Countdown To The Return Of Fluffernutter

She is coming back.

She will be here next weekend.

She arrives on Friday and leaves on Sunday.

She will arrive with all her bells and whistles. Her toys, her cookies, her apparel, her bling and her long list of instructions.

She will also arrive with her PEE PADS.

She did not use her pee pads on her last visit and I am going to make it my Number One Priority that she does not use them again.

(Don't get me started on the topic of: A Grown Dog Using Pee Pads.)

She and I will sleep in the spare bedroom.

She and I will be constant companions for three days.

She will demand 100% of my attention 24/7.

She is coming.

Hell hath no fury like a spoiled lap dog.