My sister is with me again. The sister that I was with last week when we wrote about my awesome dad. Our awesome dad...it's her dad, too. And so, since we are together again, and it's again another Monday morning and so a writing morning for me, she is writing again with me. We are writing this together. But again, as I said last week when we wrote the writing together, I am still typing it as an I even though the writing is actually a we. You get this, right?
So, my sister and I, we are sitting on the couch in my house. She and her husband came to visit. He is playing golf with a friend of mine and my sister and I are drinking this most amazing Chai Tea that is made at this most amazing place called Farmer and the Cook. In Ojai. Google it. Better yet, here is the link to it. I love this place. Yummy food. And great Chai. My sister, she dreams about this Chai. And so this was stop number one when she got to Ojai,
Actually, this is not true. Stop number one was a hike yesterday. Into Matilija Canyon. Me and her and my husband and her's. Husband. Her husband. We hiked with my perfect and smart and so brilliant and beautiful Doberman, into the woods and to a small waterfall. It was fun. And tiring. And buggy. But for some reason the bugs only bothered us. Not our husbands. We did not find this amusing. They did. Well, not really. They actually didn't pay much attention to the bugs.
This is a great trip. The four of us have not been together like this for a long time. We used to spend time together a lot. But then decided we didn't like each other. Just kidding. Really. We moved. As in my husband and I. From Massachusetts to California. Four years ago. And so the togetherness that occurred quite often was much harder to do. And when we were together, the rest of the family - as in my parents, my kids, her kids, our other sister and her family - we were all together together. And so this lovely dynamic that is just me and her and our husbands, this is rare. So it's really great that they are here with us for a few days.
(My sister can't see color. I know this doesn't have a lot to do with the rest of this writing but as I am sitting here, writing about the togetherness that is occurring between the four of us, my sister said that my walls in my living room is the color of guacamole. It isn't. It's the color of mustard. And just to make my point, my sister, when she has to pick any color, for anything - her walls, a sweater - she asks me my opinion. Because she can't see.
Ok, back to us all together.)
So we went on this hike yesterday. And then today she and I are drinking this aforementioned and very delicious Chai. And then we are going to go to the Humane Society and hold cats and kittens. Because this makes us so happy. And isn't this the point of being together. To be happy.
And we are. Happy and together.
The end. :-)
Mother, Wife, Friend, Sister, Daughter, Dancer, Dog and Cat lover.