sister

I just had a nice pre-Christmas, two-hour visit from my sister. We started laughing about all that has been going on in the world as she started talking about a family she met last week. They were all attending a rally, not a protest, a word that makes both of us want to heave. You remember the rally in high school for the football team? My sister was struck by the fact that they looked like families did before the world went into a nosedive over a virus, resulting in school closures, bankrupted businesses, and the insane, behind-the-scene machinations of politicians spending other people’s money as if the money tree had eternal life. I said, “You mean that you met a normal family?” We started laughing again. Joan made a sacrifice by driving here with the high price of gas in a state that has billions of dollars in surplus, just to deliver my new Christmas mug. What else can one do but laugh…