My sister, R, and I went to Trade Days in Wimberly this weekend. She always insists that we leave at the crack of dawn. We beat most of the vendors there. And we have an hour's drive.
R has these trips down to a fine science. She knows where to park, where to shop and how to make a killer deal. She owns her own red basket to haul her treasures home.
I am her loyal sidekick. I don't ever buy very much. My total cost yesterday was 66 cents. (Three books for a dollar; I only wanted two.) But I love the adventure.
Yesterday , there was a shelf she wanted but she felt like the cost was too high. I stood by and wiggled it to show its unsturdiness. She closed the deal for half off. High fives all around.
We couldn't resist taking a picture by this sign. Because it really does take so little for us to have a great time together. After a lifetime of being sisters, we've never run out of things to talk about. Or laugh about. And I don't think we ever will.
We joke that when we are old, we will share a duplex. I will get the right side; she'll get the left. She will be the driver on all trips. We've appointed my daughter, K, to make sure we never dress in gaudy clothes, gold shoes or rhinestone sunglasses. (I'm sure K will add to that list as the years go on.)
So, here's to sisters. We can turn the most mundane activities into a day filled with laughter. Even before the sun is up.
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