The second to last weekend of January, my sister Debbie came to visit me from Chicago. No matter who I introduced her to, the comment was, "Ah, the windy city." What I found ironic (and so did she) was that the wind was whipping around our house the whole weekend she was here. Debbie came to us from a suburb of Chicago called Willmette, where both Herman and I had been to visit three times before.
It's funny how we tend to think of various parts of the country in terms of cliché’s. For instance, the lyrics "it never rains in California" must have been written by someone who hadn't been there in the month of February, which is pretty much of a washout. I used to go into beach withdrawal in February. And when you say New York, people tend to think only in terms of the Big Apple and not of the state with the largest forest preserve in the nation.
While she was here we went to Dick and Peg's Northward Inn and she remarked you wouldn't get that kind of personal attention in a big city either.
I was pleased she got to meet all three of my aids and saw first hand the kind of quality care I get on a daily basis.
We spent a lot of time around the wood stove reminiscing and relaxing. I had her watch my all-time favorite film Bagdad Cafe' with me, which she thought was thew oddest film she ever saw. I guess it's not to everyone's taste.
We also watched the Albert Brooks film called Defending Your Life. Both films appeal to my off-beat, quirky side, Bagdad Cafe' in particular has a song called Calling You throughout the movie which I love but Debbie found irritating.
She thought Defending Your Life was more mainstream original. Brooks wrote and directed the film describing what he thought might happen after death. It has Brooks typically neurotic and comic look at the subject of what happens to you when you die.
Debbie left us on Sunday, Herman's birthday, to fly back to Chicago. It was a great visit because we didn't try to do too much and Herman spent the rest of his birthday with a nice big brunch — his favorite meal. Then a day of reading by the wood stove.