Tomorrow is my sister’s birthday. Here is a photo of her taken on the vacation before last. Can you guess where? See that hat? She didn’t have one with her because she doesn’t plan ahead like I do so she had to buy one on the street. I told her I thought the faux fur was a bit much, but she insisted. Then she started channeling this Siberian Russian Infantry Commandant.
The next day she insisted on acting out the paintings in this v. famous museum in our secret location. She talked me into doing it too. I didn’t want to, but she can be so insistent at times. Yes, those were white socks and orthopedic shoes I was wearing. The interactive musem experience was her idea, but seriously wasn’t I acting out my painting way better?
When she got sleepy and decided to take a quick cat nap IN THE MUSEUM I put my foot down. But it was too late. She was already sawing logs.
A couple of days later while waiting for the bus she suggested we do windmills in the streets to keep warm.
I really hope she doesn’t act up on our upcoming trip to Italy next spring. She just sent me this email.
I am off to read and select a dream to have that will guide me on the path of wisdom in my 48th year on the planet. I will turn my brain on “record” before I go to bed so I won’t miss a single bit of insight.
I doubt she appreciates me broadcasting it to the world, but she should be thankful I’m not broadcasting the photo of her I snapped in Mexico wearing her turquoise and lavendar tankini with the keyhole cut-out and push-up styling. I mean I personally thought she looked fetching in it, but she says it’s too revealing for a good clean blog like mine.
Suzanne sent me this lovely delicate accordian book that she made. It came in today’s mail. It is filled with photo after photo of a trip she made to Venice. I have been wanting to go for a long time. Ever since I read 1000 Days in Venice. Anyway I can’t stop feeling the soft velvety wallpapery covers and staring at Venice laid out for me in all her glory. Thanks Suzanne. What a treasure.