For a few months now, my sisters and I have ‘holiday’ Fridays. As civil servants, Fridays are one of their 2 days off per week. So, each Friday, S3 would pick up S2 from her home with our Ma and then proceed to pick up the last passenger – me. Our first item on the agenda is always to head for brunch, a torturous process in itself because we can never decide where to dine and more often than not, end up at the same place!
This would then be followed by another destination-crunching calculation and a bout of silly shopping. S2 used to have to rush back for her tutoring sessions but this year, we have her for longer. Yay. Though her broken leg doesn’t allow her to be as tirelessly shopaholic as she used to be.
Because I’ve been busy going back to worker-bee mode, I’ve been missing quite a few holidays. And yesterday, I finally got to savour the bliss of being our holidays again. Though this time, we have more holiday-makers. Big Sis1 and Sis2’s daugher are back. Imagine 6 of us piled into one little people-mover. The poor car probably felt as heavy around its middle as I did after a Christmas dinner!
After returning from our Friday Holiday yesterday, it occured to me that it’s rare for sisters to get along much less go on holidays as often as we do. Oh how blessed are we. So I trawled our big wide web to look for a quote to end this post with that reflected the sentiments I felt post-holiday. Instead, I liked this best:
Sister to sister we will always be,
A couple of nuts off the family tree.
~Author Unknown
Joke aside, this is what I thought reflected us best:
Sisters don’t need words.
They have perfected a language of snarls and smiles and frowns and winks
- expressions of shocked surprise and incredulity and disbelief.
Sniffs and snorts and gasps and sighs – that can undermine any tale you’re telling.
~Pam Brown
