first to the post

two sisters, me and her.  i don't use caps, she does.  this blog began to take form early this morning, over the phone, on the web at the same time.  we were happy with the design, the layout looked good, we loved the colour.   i think we can agree that we have the beginnings of a content plan, and as i was hanging up i said, you have more pictures of us as kids then i do, find one.   

i'm the taller one in the picture.  the older one.  when someone uses the words over the hill, i always think "a hill?  there was a hill?  did i go over it?  i don't remember any hill?"   i am fiftyish half way to sixtyish.  i was married to a wonderful man and left a widow at the age of 45.  i have four kids, a daughter in law, two grandsons.   i now live with an old friend, and he brought two more kids into our relationship.   that's 7 adult children and two real children, the youngest, not counting the babies, 18, and the oldest 30.   four of them live with us.   the 18-25 age group live with us.  my sister has no children.  

i think rather than line of up all the disparities in our lives that it would perhaps be better for us to collaborate on a chart.  i shall ask the sister what she thinks.

by the way, please take note of my excellent hair in the photo.   do i look like i am dating one of the rolling stones?   my hair rocked.   we were going to a wedding, and i remember i was wearing an yves st. laurent look-alike tuxedo.  it was the only outfit i could agree on with my mother, that or jeans, and she didn't love the jeans idea.  and please take note of the lovely hair accessory my sister is sporting, yarn.   i think it's still called yarn.    

we're different, we're the same and we each think the other sister is brilliant genius.   the quality you will find on this blog, second to none.   welcome, the first sister of the day.   (edited to add the photo which used to be on our about page: