By Lorry Myers
My sister from Wisconsin came to stay for a visit. I frequently remind Lindy that she is older than me, number three in the sibling order, while I am number four. She is the one that I shared a bed with when I was little, and a room with until I married. Lindy could have been a comedian; she is full of one liners and random jokes and is known for unfortunate calamities.
Everyone has that one sister.
Lindy travels with her own bedsheets and gets lost everywhere she goes. She is like Lucille Ball; a normal day is never normal, and she seems to continually fly by the seat of her pants. She is full of “oops” moments, and “yikes” moments, and sometimes does things you shake your head about.
She is definitely that sister.
When Lindy comes to visit, it is like a holiday. We have family dinners, play group games, and sit around underneath blankets in recliners. We make lunch dates and dinner dates and take our mother to each one. We talk about the past, where we are now, and where we will go from here.
When Lindy comes to visit, it is a big deal.
We got around that week; we ate cake for breakfast, went out for dinner, and stayed up late talking. We attended several family get-togethers where we had to take a dish, or a bring a dessert. That night, we went to my daughter’s and since there would be gaggle of little ones there, I took Rice Krispie treats in my sturdy glass Pyrex dish with a snap on lid that I can’t find. Other sweet treats brought that night were cupcakes piled high with frosting, and a box of gooey homemade cookies.
All my favorite things.
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