Back in Chicago for my sister’s birthday. How is it possible that she’s reached the half-century mark? I still think of us like we looked in these photos. What is that smeared all over my face in the first one—chocolate? An apt shot for today since our only plans seem to revolve around food. The problem with birthdays is that they don’t provide enough meal opportunities—it’s a good thing we already stopped at Superdawg on the way home from the airport last night.
I need a therapist to analyze all these old family photos I’m finding. Is it significant that in every photo of the two of us, my sister is on my right? Check out the heavy plastic covering on the couch in the second shot. What’s with the grapefruit appetizer for the Shabbat meal in the third one? Some short-lived health kick my grandmother was on? Jesus, were we really ever as thin and tan as we are in that last photo?
I like to find new ways to torment my sister on her birthdays. One way is to figure out the birth year of people who were the age she is now at the time she was born. In other words, I point out that people who were 50 years old when my sister was already on the planet were born in the year 1907. Effective, no? Yikes, that means that both our grandparents were younger than Sue is now when she was born.
Ah well, these are just numbers. My sister is, and always will be, young at heart. Here’s to many more years of joys and oys. I personally plan to liveblog from her hundredth birthday. But now I have to run—we have four meals planned for the next three hours. Anyone for some Lou Malnati’s pizza?
Happy Birthday, Sue!