Sisters

Yesterday I spent the day with my sister, Carolyn. She called me around 8:30am to tell me she was waiting for her piano student. We talked and laughed for almost an hour while waiting. Then she called me at 9:30 tell me she was getting ready to leave and would be here soon. We talked and laughed for almost 45 minutes. She arrived around 10:30 and we left for the Temple. We arrived in time to make the 11:30 session. We talked and laughed all the way to the Temple - about a 45 minute drive. When we left the Temple we decided to split a turkey avocado sandwich (we found a Quiznos less than a half mile from the Temple). We stopped at 7 Eleven and got a Dr. Pepper and proceeded to home - talking and laughing all the while. Because of the May Day March in Los Angeles (immigrants wanting more rights - on, please don't get me going), the 45 minute drive took an hour and a half. We talked and laughed (hysterically at this point) the entire time. Then we went to Payless Shoes, Wal Mart to get snacks for her grandies, Kohl's then home. We talked and laughed some more. When we got home we ate ice cream for dinner and went to bed around 9:00. She had to be at the airport at 6am this morning and as usual she couldn't sleep. Truthfully, neither could I. I laid in bed til 4am and got up to spend the morning with her while she got ready - but she was gone. I called her - she had left the house at 3:30. And what do you think we did? We talked and laughed - at 4 o'clock in the morning.

You get the picture - sisters talking and laughing all hours of the day and night. No matter when we talk we enjoy conversation. We cry, we laugh, we're serious, we're nonsensical, we talk about our husbands (we agree mine the best), children, grandchildren, aging parents, sisters, friends, laundry, flower gardens, house keeping or whatever else comes up. We are never at a loss for words. If one of us is in a sad mood, or even worse, a BAD mood, we call each other and within a few words, we're ok. So here's my question - why can I talk to me sister for an hour at 4am, but only exchange small conversation with my husband when he leaves the house at 8:30? Here's how it went this morning. I'll pre-empt by saying that Gene is a man of few words, but this is borderline reclusive:

Me: GOOD MORNING! (This means I'm smiling and happy).

Him: Morning (This means don't talk to me it's too early and I'm not the least bit interested in anything you have to say.)

Me: YOU CUT YOURSELF! DID YOU USE A NEW RAZOR?

Him: Yes. Bye

Me: BYE, SWEETHEART. HAVE A NICE DAY.

Him: See ya.

That was it. Last night's conversation had a little more substance not not much more. I think he should be glad that I have Carolyn - because if I didn't talk to her all day, HE would have to listen to me. And that puts him to sleep!!!!!