Her Inspiration? January 13, 2008

Me.

My OS told me this just the other day. I didn’t even have to twist her arm or any part of her anatomy for that matter.  She simply said it and by the look on her face, she truly meant it. How else could it be?

How did it come about? Well…..

My OS never calls before eleven in the morning unless she wants her call to go on deaf ears. Or sleepy head. Or someone awake and just listening to the answering machine pick up the call.  Or all of the above. It has been so cold lately it’s hard to get up any earlier than 11 o’clock. And then there’s Foofee. She is just as bad when it comes to getting up in the morning. 

So it was close to noon and we were on the phone engaged in a conversation that was pretty much about nothing but between sisters was time spent well! For that day we talked about what we’re having for lunch, about the visiting executive at her work from UK, about Brit losing her kids, about the status of her packing for the move to the new apartment, world peace, end to hunger, about school starting next week, my right hand hurting, about her registering so she can vote for Hillary, about her going to Costco and can she get me some balsamic vinegar and cherries.  

When OS showed up at the house later in the evening she was holding a brown box filled with a bottle of balsamic vinegar, a plastic container full of cherries, another plastic container with rotisserie chicken, package of salad , a tub of spinach dip, bag of sourdough bread, biscotti jar and beautiful tulips for the altar. (Going to Costco is like child’s play. You want everything you see. You rationalize. You tell yourself that whatever it is you want might not be there the next time you have the chance to go back, so… what to do? You leave the store after purchasing everything that was not on your list.

During dinner, we started to talk about her move to the new apartment. She said she was practically done packing. There were some small things left to pack. I offered to help her finish packing.

Then she said the magic words.

She looked me in the eye and gave me the sweetest smile, her eyes wide and beaming. She said that she was afraid for my hand to start hurting again. She wants me to be present during the move to simply be her inspiration. Just like that.  No arm twisting. No bribing. No putting words in her mouth. I smiled back, my eyes wide and beaming as well. 

I got up and went to the cupboard to get two Chai tea bags. We’re celibrating. Time to brew some tea and have some chocolate biscotti for sweet inspiration.

“Sisters are for sharing laughter and wiping tears.” – Author unknown  

would you like some chai tea? December 2, 2007

rainy feelings are here again. it rained all day yesterday. all night last night, too. today light showers and a very cold santa ana wind took over.   

It was recital night last night. Older Sis and I went. It was her birthday, too! I made two of her favorite dishes for dinner. We ate before we left for the faculty piano recital. 

Thank God this one was much organized than the last one we went to. It started late and lasted for over two hours. We didn’t get home until almost 11 o’clock. By then I was tired and sleepy but managed to stay up until way past midnight to finish the report required for this morning’s class. You see, we are required to attend 3 concerts for the semester and with that, a report of the night’s performance with the show’s program and purchased ticket stapled to it - grade and attendance security.     

Class is at 9. I was up at 815. Got to school late – 920. Found out the teacher was not around yet – great! I also found out that the report was not due until next Saturday. Darn! Oh well. One more concert, one more report and fine! Finals is December 15. I don’t know yet which musical piece I will be asked to perform. We find out next Saturday.

We were dismissed earlier today. It was really cold outside. Walking to the parking lot I thought to myself that I am going to have some hot vanilla chai tea when I get home.

Walking up the front door, I heard Lucy bark. Foooofeeee! She was up last night waiting for me when I got home from the concert. She was upset last night. She had that “where are you goin?” look on her face. Older Sis being there upset her even more because it told her we were definitely going somewhere! Ahhh, if only they allow Foofees at concerts! 

I picked her up as soon as I opened the door. It was nice to get inside where it’s warm. I told Lucy I’m having some vanilla chai tea. Would she like some? She wagged her tail.

“I cannot sit and chat with you, the way I’d like to do.
So brew yourself a cup of tea, I’ll think of you, you think of me.” ~ source unknown