Laughing At Us

Times are the best when baby sis and I get together; no special reason or holiday, just to have fun. Miles separate us now along with eight years but when we’re joined, it is hard to tear us apart. I believe we think too much alike; both of us are carefree and happy go lucky; we even look alike - poor thing. I believe we acquired our slap-stick personality from mother, she always made us laugh. I recall the time sis invited me to come to Tennessee and go visit the Lynchburg Barbecue Cook-off with her. I had had a left knee replacement the year before and still had to get around in my wheeled walker with hand breaks and a let down seat just in case I needed a chair and couldn’t locate one. She pulled me all over the cook-out area backwards. Someone from the news staff was doing a story on the cook-off and saw me reading a Lynchburg news paper while being pulled backwards and asked if they could take my picture. Well, I found out that they already did and it was to appear in next week’s edition. We had our fill of delicious barbecue, bought some homemade fried pies, bought a few souvenirs, and decided it was time to head back home since I had a long drive back to my house. Sis, bless her heart, told me to stay seated and she would pull me back to my car. I helped her get me up the slope to the sidewalk and took my seat on the walker. Being pulled, I relaxed a bit, we were half way there. Neither one of use noticed the huge separation in the walk until the walker and I tumbled backwards, my feet and hands straight up in the air. Sis couldn’t stop laughing, I couldn’t stop laughing, cars slowed almost to a standstill; traffic backed up. A couple of people walking our way stopped to see if I was ok, I couldn’t stop laughing long enough to say I was. Sis was too doubled over to help me get up. If we hadn’t stopped to relieve ourselves earlier, we would have there. Of all the great times I recall, that was the best. Some people have to get drunk or take dope; all I have to do is do something with my sister and we get high together… Copyright © 2011 By Caryl S. Muzzey