Sisterhood
I have a younger sister, a little more than 4 years younger.
For a very long time, we weren’t that close. First, because I’m the older one,
there are only two of us, and frankly, a lot of people ignore the younger
siblings because 1) it’s the thing to do; 2) with this age gap I was hitting
benchmarks first and moving on while she was still at home; and 3) our
interests, outside of reading, were very different. Then, too, she’s extremely
bright, which can be rather awe-inspiring. I hold my own but she’s way ahead of
me. And, too, she got the math gene, which I really don’t have (we’ll skip a
discussion of both geometry and calculus). I’m the married one; she’s not. I
have two children; they are her only nieces.
But in the last few years some things have changed. And I
think this is where layoffs have come in handy. With both of my children grown
and out of the house, and a lot of free time on my hands, I started to make
plans for doing more “fun” things every so often—and she decided she wanted to come
along. That surprised me because my sister has a high-powered job and is always
busy with clients, meetings, work. Yet this was something she wanted to do –
probably because she knew she needed a break from her everyday life – so she
made the time. I did the work and would offer her choices in things to do,
usually museums, but based on what I consider to be a wide selection of
topics/exhibits.
A few years ago, we both wanted to go to the azalea show at
the Bronx Botanical Gardens, but I couldn’t make it and she ended up taking off
for the afternoon and going with some co-workers. Now, the gardens, unlike the
museums, require a train ride—25 minutes from Grand Central Station. And she
loved all of it. So now, we go to exhibits there a couple of times a year. And
we both enjoy them. Aside from all the walking—about which she complains
frequently—the exhibits are beautifully done. We’ve been to the orchid show,
and to the train show (twice), and to others. They’re all beautiful. And
afterwards, depending on how long we’ve been in the conservatory and close-in
areas, we love to take the tram that does the overview tour of the gardens, and
see what’s happening. Even when nothing is in bloom, the gardens are gorgeous.
Afterwards, we take the train back—and for some reason, even in late morning
the train back to Manhattan is always crowded. We go to lunch and then hit a
small museum, or a gallery, or just something that I’ve found to see from
online sources. I’m happy to do the research.
We’ve also been to the Metropolitan Museum of Art, which is
so big we go for specific exhibits only, not to just wander. We have eclectic
tastes, so we’re rarely disappointed.
Overdoing
Of course, there was the day we were going to see Grant’s
Tomb, and decided to walk through Riverside Park to get there. Unfortunately,
we didn’t cross under the road soon enough and ended up a lot further north
than we should have been. My hips and feet were dead by the time we got to 125th
Street and Amsterdam Avenue (we started at 60th Street and 9th
Avenue) and I refused to walk back down to the tomb. I had a limit, it was very
hot out, and I just wanted to head back downtown. So we did, to the Museum of
Natural History, which was jammed. We opted to go to the planetarium; I think I
fell asleep during the presentation—it was dark, the narration was soothing, I
had already walked miles (I wear a pedometer; I had done a lot). We skipped the
dinosaurs; stopped for lunch at Fairway Market; and I walked her home, then
took the subway back to the train and went home. By the end of the day I had
done more than 9 miles, a personal best. Fortunately, for the rest of the week
I was working from home and my body could rest.
New Friendships
But ultimately, I think we’ve formed a new relationship. One
that’s a lot stronger than it used to be. Now, we talk more often, although
mainly about family issues. It used to be that I wouldn’t even think to ask her about how we wanted to do family
things; now, I pick up the phone or send an e-mail at least once, usually
twice, a week. I sometimes even call just to chat. We talk about more than just
family, sometimes our opinions agree, sometimes not.
I never dreamed that would happen, but I’m glad it did.