Sister Dearest
My sister is exactly one year and one week younger than I am. We were raised in a two-bedroom apartment in Alameda, which means we shared a room. That was fine until we were around ten (or was it eight?), and then my father (a genius) built a separating wall to make two rooms. It wasn't completely soundproof but it offered privacy, and that was fine with us, because we had gotten used to staying up late chatting long after our parents put us to bed. We shared everything when we were kids. I played with her dolls and she played with my action figures. We joined 4-H together, and we took Jujitsu together. When we moved out of our parents' house we got a three-bedroom apartment with a mutual friend, and lived together for another 2 or 3 years.
She lives in Tucson, Arizona now, where she makes a living as a massage therapist. She specializes in eastern styles (Shiatsu and others), and that seems to make her really health-conscious. She owns a house and a dog, and climbs rocks in her spare time. She's pretty handy with knitting needles, and other crafty things. She knows a lot about wine and she is good with people. I am very proud of her and I always have been.
She is visiting for a week, and we (my parents, my girlfriend and I) are stuffing her full of food. I keep telling her that she wouldn't be so skinny if she had biscuits and gravy (made with bacon grease) in the mornings, but she's not buying it. She's in great shape, so I guess I have no room to criticize. Last night we had the whole family over for dinner, and I cooked Duck. We opened the good bottle of wine (along with two others). Tonight I am looking forward to Sushi at my parents' house. We're going to get take-out rolls from their favorite place (the wait for a table is just crazy), and get some fresh sashimi from Berkeley Bowl. Friday, I'm going to cook St. George's Chicken. There is nothing quite like feasting with family. I can't wait 'til Thanksgiving!
She lives in Tucson, Arizona now, where she makes a living as a massage therapist. She specializes in eastern styles (Shiatsu and others), and that seems to make her really health-conscious. She owns a house and a dog, and climbs rocks in her spare time. She's pretty handy with knitting needles, and other crafty things. She knows a lot about wine and she is good with people. I am very proud of her and I always have been.
She is visiting for a week, and we (my parents, my girlfriend and I) are stuffing her full of food. I keep telling her that she wouldn't be so skinny if she had biscuits and gravy (made with bacon grease) in the mornings, but she's not buying it. She's in great shape, so I guess I have no room to criticize. Last night we had the whole family over for dinner, and I cooked Duck. We opened the good bottle of wine (along with two others). Tonight I am looking forward to Sushi at my parents' house. We're going to get take-out rolls from their favorite place (the wait for a table is just crazy), and get some fresh sashimi from Berkeley Bowl. Friday, I'm going to cook St. George's Chicken. There is nothing quite like feasting with family. I can't wait 'til Thanksgiving!