Friday, April 20, 2007


Not five minutes after the Qwest guy got my phone service working this evening, the phone rang. It was my sister. "How are you doing?" she asked.


"Okay," she said. "What does that mean?"

There have been times when I would have been annoyed at such probing. Tonight was not one of those times. In fact, lately I have been all too glad to tell people how I'm really feeling if I sense they really want to know. I'm glad my sister knows me well enough to not accept what I say at face value and cares enough to push me to say what I mean. Sisters are good for that kind of thing.


John said...

I still owe you that phone call. Darn time zones are a pain...

Tolkien Boy said...

My sister and I have two conversations: my parents and our jobs.

Someday, we'll talk about how we're okay.