Could I become a cliff diver?
Could I write a cliff hanger?
But let me show you what I COULD DO and DID . . .
I could do a wetland tour and then go pick up LilSis and take her along on a short fishing trip.
I could help Lil Sis take down the cabinets in the old house, load them in the truck, and take them to the camp. I could help her sort through, box up, take to storage and otherwise organize a couple of rooms.
I could take a trip to New Orleans, shop the French Market, the French Quarter and Magazine Street with LilSis and spend hours talking to her in our peaceful hotel courtyard. . .
I could share delicious gumbo and shrimp and grits at a quaint little courtyard restaurant like Cafe Amalie with my LilSis. I could eat Mediterranean food at Byblos and watch belly dancing, and eat fish tacos at The Rum House with her, too.
I could say, “THANK YOU” at four in the morning when she banged on the paper-thin wall letting the loud-talking folks on the other side know that we had HAD ENOUGH and it was past time for them to go to bed and to sleep.
And lastly, I could be very thankful for the wonderful week we had together and all the inspiring talks we shared.
Who cares if I can’t climb a cliff, dive from one, or write a cliff hanger.
I have a Lil Sis like this and that’s all that mattered this week.