Tuesday, September 1, 2009

Wouldn’t you just know it?

My sisters came for a short visit.

We ate dinner on Sunday evening at our home, ate popcorn, and watched a movie.

We walked at the park.

We had a fantastic breakfast with dear friends.

We visited four bee yards and tasted fresh honey from the comb, shopped at a bookstore and toured inside and out my former and much loved Chicago bungalow home.

We went to Ravinia—along with two dear friends and about a million other people—on a cold evening—settled five lawn chairs and a cooler onto a plot of grass large enough for two lawn chairs—among some drunk and loud talking attendees—got a brief peek of a monitor showing the singer—and went home early.

However, the weather was fantastic. We ate well, slept well, had good conversations, watched the hummingbird and laughed. There ought to be a highlight in there somewhere, don’t you think? One other thing happened. At 8:00 a.m., workmen came to work on the afore mentioned honey problem. I confessed to the sisters the whole sordid story.

While hugging our good-bys, Sister Lou mentioned that her highlight of the visit was getting to see and hear the honey disaster story. She reminded me with a smirk—because my mother is not here and it is the matriarch’s job— “You must slow down. Your disasters happen because you are in too much of a hurry.”

I love my sisters. I even like my sisters. They are wonderful comrades and confidents and friends. They really do far fewer stupid things than I. It does get embarrassing when they see firsthand another Big Woops!

As I worked with some students on their cinquain poetry today, I thought of my own.

Watching, “Why?”-ing
Smugly smiling and advising.
There’s no hiding!


Rebecca. Harlan, IN said...

I need to initiate more sister times. With my sisters both younger (and working & Suzie still with family at home)it seems difficult to coordinate our schedules. I'm definitely the one with the most flex.

Your weekend sounds wonderful. And I visited you once in your bungalow. The mention of it brought back a nice memory!

Donna's Book Nook said...

Is that cinquain poem original with you? I'm very impressed!!

Wanda said...

I have two younger sisters myself...I think it's time for a sleepover!

Diana said...

You are so lucky to have sisters Brenda! I hear so many fun stories about sisters. I get to see that bond between my own two girls. I'm so glad that you had that precious time together! You are blessed.
Love Di

Bernie said...

Brenda, I too am blessed with 2 wonderful sisters and the oldest one is always telling me to slow down, so I really enjoyed this post. We are very close and though I talk with them weekly I miss them, we live so far apart. When we get together it's like we have never been parted...sisters are the best!......:-) Hugs