I was sitting at my table, finishing up a painting and listening to some music. My cell phone rang.
It was my sister Janet. I never know what to expect from her phone calls, although it is often something either tech related or perhaps a bizarre request or a rude awakening. This time she was calling to get me pumped up for the trip I’ll be taking with her family which I’ve not been able to get excited for because I keep fretting about money and expenses.
“What is that horrible noise?!” she asked just as I was reaching across to turn off the music.
“Um…that was my music*.”
“It’s awful.”
I swear I just don’t fit in anywhere. Such different tastes. Am I really her sister? I can’t be sure…
