Good Friday is almost over.
It’s nearly unnamed Saturday and like the good little Catholic that I most certainly am not I refrained from eating meat today. And to spite the title of this post that is the only Good Friday thing I’ll mention.
Last night my sister, Carla and I all went to dinner. Sarah (my sister) had just exploratory surgery and was on some good painkillers and what not, but wanted to get out of the house and Carla and I wanted to spend some time with her. It was nice, we went to the Red Robin here in town and ended up nearly closing the joint out. Carla is the only girlfriend, ex or otherwise that Sarah seems to have ever really gotten along with, so it was amusing to sit there and get to see the two of them chat away.
It’s amusing to me how much things have changed in the last few years. Being the eldest of three has always put me in the position where I have found myself irritated at the responsibility of being emulated by my younger siblings — often times to the eventual result of one of said siblings being locked in a confined space… as you do. These days as my siblings have largely begun to find their own ways in the world, paths completely different than my own I have become somewhat less likely to lock one of them in a closet. As different as we are becoming, the blatantly scathing sarcasm runs deep in the three of us, each of us adding our own cerebral flavour to the somewhat common sarcastic twist we each seem to put on everything. This was re-enforced last night as I got to witness my sister and Carla bantering back and forth much as I can recall her and I doing, trading sarcastic quips like volleys by opposing cannoneers.
For some reason today has been utterly draining and I feel like I could sleep forever. I wish I was the freaking Highlander so I could go and sleep for a few hundred years.
Anyway, Happy Easter everyone. Hope you feel better little sister, and you too Carla my sweet dears.