My sister is coming to visit tomorrow! She'll be taking the Amtrak "Downeaster," which bridges the gaping chasm between Maine and Massachusetts in something like 247 hours. (For all I know, she's on the train already.) Meg is crossing not one, but TWO state lines, leaving the gorgeous state of Maine for the shopping metropolis that is Greater Boston. When that happens, you know big things are at hand.
We've come to think of this annual spring visit as a summit of sorts, where we convene for the betterment of the world. We shop, we talk, we drink copious amounts of wine (and the occasional chocolate martini). We remember the good old days where kids didn't wear seat belts or bike helmets, and Mom would send us out to play after lunch and not expect to see us again until dinner. We talk about what would make society better, and then agree that if all that is ever going to happen, we probably need new outfits. And then we shop, talk, and drink some extra-strong coffee to keep up our stamina.
Now, it's not that I'm excited about Meg's visit...it's just that I can't stop googling "Train songs" and then rewriting the lyrics in anticipation. Monday I massacred the Monkee's "Last Train to Clarksville" (hereinafter known as, "Last Train to Woburn"); yesterday it was a hit from my parents' era, "King of the Road" (in which I made her a queen, then sold off her kids, husband, dog, and the small green turtle pool they keep in the yard so she could hop a boxcar to Belmont and shop with me at Marshalls).
Some might call this procrastination, but I'm thinking, if this book thing doesn't work out, I might have a career in jingles...
Anyway, Meg will be here through Sunday. And just wait - the world will be a better place after our Downeast Sister Summit (please note that we're not yet entirely sure how this world improvement effect translates across timezones; for those of you living west of Red Sox Nation, your patience is appreciated.)
Have a great weekend :)