About a week ago, my wife and I had dinner with my sister. It was the first time I’d seen Sis since my father’s 82nd birthday three months ago. She has had no luck securing a hospital job in the Bay Area where she resides, so she’s settled, at least temporarily, for the life of a traveling sonographer. After having served in states from Ohio to New Mexico, she now finds herself in the Stockton area for a few months. She heads home to San José every other Friday, staying in town on the alternate weekends when she has just one day off (Sunday). Accordingly, I may be seeing her quite a few times before she moves on to her next assignment.
I only hope I survive the experience.
This is rather difficult to explain, so I’ll just say that my sister and I have little to nothing in common. For example:
Sis: Two children
Sis: Moves from job to job
Me: Steady job
Sis: Had bariatric surgery
Me: Would rather be fat
Sis: Has money. Owns two homes. Complains that she’s broke.
Me: Has student loans. Can barely afford rent. Poor and happy.
Sis: Loves skiing in Colorado.
Me: Loves sitting on the couch watching skiing on TV.
Sis: Thinks California is “paradise.”
Me: Wishes he were back in New York.
Sis: Classic rock
Me: Country music
Sis: Science geek
Me: Literature freak
Sis: Loves Facebook.
Me: Hates Facebook and won’t have anything to do with it.
I suppose what we do have in common (from the past) is having shared a warped childhood and (from the present) is managing to upset each other every time we meet.
On this particular occasion, my wife and I were aghast when Sis showed us photos of the woman her boyfriend recently left her for and proceeded to describe what he used to moan while they were having sex. Later, my mother let me know that Sis complained that the pasta joint we took her to had no protein other than pork, so she had to eat two hard-boiled eggs before meeting us. I may have to remind Sis that chicken is protein. But, hey, I’m just a vegan, so what do I know.
I don’t drink, but I’m starting to feel like the guy in that Craig Morgan song. Any recommendations, bartender?