I talked with my sister tonight. I don’t think we’ve actually talked since Christmas, and even then it wasn’t a whole lot more than just the basic “yeah, work’s good, I’m good, you good?” We’re not super close. We’re friendly, and we care about each other’s well-being, but we don’t get into each other’s business. There’s an eight year age difference between us. We pretty much hated dealing with each other until I was about 22, and she realized I could drive her places if she offered to feed me. Sometimes, I feel like we don’t have a sisterly relationship, but more like the relationship you might have with your best friend’s younger sibling.
Regardless, I do enjoy hearing about what she’s up to. More so now, because she’s the only one that I feel like didn’t judge me for my choice to stay, even if I never outright said “I’m staying.” I told her when this whole zombie apocalypse pandemic is over, I’ve got an enormous bin of Lego to bring to my nephew. “Not any particular sets, I’m talking just a giant bin of use your damned imagination.” While we were talking, I asked if there was anything else she might need for her household. She knew things were happening in my household: he’d been arrested and was being deported, and I was selling the house.
I expected her to know, and assumed she knew more than she actually did.
Well, now she knows the basics of Plan Eh. And now the rest of the family will probably know by the end of the week.
