As much as things change . . .

I have learned that they tend to stay the same. This cliche holds true in my relationship with my sister. If you are reading this blog post, then you have likely read the first one on this site, so you are already aware, dear reader, that this blog began because my bossy older sister "made me do it." This behavior is not much different than when we were little girls with sunburnt noses and shoulders and I was the one sent inside to get cups for water, or towels for drying-off from the sprinkler. My bossy older sister of the harder-than-steel shins who won every kicking fight we ever had, and who so kindly "allowed" me to sleep on her bedroom floor when the thermometer hit 95 degrees (she had a window unit air conditioner when I did not), is also the bossy older sister who can make me laugh until I cannot breathe, and she can look at me with one eyebrow raised and that one twitch replaces a 20 minute conversation. She is the gracious older sister who was always my biggest fan even when in many situations she could have simply not acknowledged me and no one would have faulted her. Particularly when my extroverted, um, shall we say, "passionate" self could have, and I assume did, crawl under her more introverted skin. Suffice it to say, I'm writing because she has been hounding me for ten years to write something, and since she did the initial blog set-up, I was trapped, er, I mean, I agreed. So, here, I am, may my musings be worthy of her efforts.