sisterly chit chat.

So, Ivy calls me the other night, maybe last night, I don't know. Í was tired. We do the, 

I mowed the grass today.  

Oh wow, you are so energetic.

The weather.  

Ellie is coming to Indy to live. With Ivy, till they find a place.

OMG You are so hospitable. 

A lull. (We do talk almost every day, so the subjects grow sparse). 

Her:   Ummm. Say, did you by any chance see that Colts game?

Me, who doesn't give a crap for the Colts, and the me who knows that she wouldn't know a Colt from a butter dish and probably has no idea what game they play.

 Umm, no, did they win?

Her: Oh yes, and it was so sad about their coach. I know he wasn't here long, but everybody felt so close to him. It is so sad for the city.

Me, who cares  even less about the coach, or the city, than the team. Ummm, what happened/

Her: High pitched, astonishing- announcement voice-of-a-cheerleader. He got LEUKEMIA. He's in the HOSPITAL. But they won.  They won it for HIM. Isn't that cool? Sort of a God thing.

Me; Wow. Yeah. Ummm, who did they play?  (Which was the only actual cruel part of the conversation on my part.) But sometimes I feel evil.--the god thing, you know.

Long pause. Very long pause. Thinking.  I wait silently.

Her: Um, I don't quite remember but the Colts just played really really great, and I'm sure it was for him. Ya know?

More ensued, but it was even much more boring than this part.

So today, while I was listening to NPR, the station for Big Bird,  you know, I hear how well the mf colts did against the PACKERS. I got no real excuse for killing my sister, nor any excuse for even thinking of it, but, before you condemn me as the spittin' image of Mamau,  just imagine if it had been daBearzzz.