Ella

 

I was talking to my sister and we were talking about how fast time goes by and how much this pandemic took us all by surprise. Especially because many things had to be replanned and rescheduled. For example, it all seems to indicate that she'll be a lockdown bride. Yep, she's tying the knot again. I don't really know her beau, but he sounds nice. Medium height, has a job, treats her well. I have tried to never have an opinion about the men in her life, mind you. Well, I HAVE had an opinion but I have never offered it. She's an adult woman and I assume she knows what she's doing. And this is going to be her second marriage. The first one... well, I do have an opinion about that one, and let's say that I think that she could have done much, much better.

So when we were talking last week (we get our kiki going every other week, more or less) my mom came into the conversation. You see, this month is her anniversary, but we talk about her so often that it's like she's celebrated throughout the year.  It's really funny how often mom comes into our conversations. Same as Nana, our grandma. They really are part of our lives and even though they passed away years ago, they still help us bond and talk about things that siblings most usually talk about: money, relationships, other family members. My sister is the keeper of all things family, by the way. She knows where all the skeletons are buried. I don't really talk much to our relatives (remember, I don't have Facehook or any other social media presence) and she always fills me in with all the gossip and the juicy tidbits about their lives and the such. She posts photos of me in her feed and then screenshots all the comments people make and sends them to me. We cackle for hours when talking about that. She shares my twisted sense of humor, too.

So she'll be moving to Alaska (don't ask, the beau lives there) and we were talking about the clothes she's gonna take there and the things that she could do there. If anything, I told her to go visit Canada often, Canadians are way cooler than Americans (Hey Debra, heeeyyy...). I am happy for her, really. She deserves a man who loves and appreciates her. She's too young and too pretty to be alone, too. I have told her that for years but she -being my sister- never listens. After her divorce, she seemed to have tried to start some relationships with several degrees of success. None of those seemed really serious, though. Until this one. It seems this time is for real. So I'll prepare for a possible socially-distant wedding ceremony. I already know what I'm going to wear. It should be fun. And when the pandemic abates, I may have a place to go visit in Alaska. Who knows? I may find me a hot lumbersexual in Anchorage. 

XOXO

P.S. that's my mum, in that photo. My sister sent it to me and I decided to post it here. It was taken either at the beginning of the sixties or in the late fifties, when she was very young. But I really have no idea. I'm not the keeper of all things family in my family. I just love the photo.