11-13-13
RMB Laughter and Language
Dear Rita Mae
Brown,
Night falls too
early to walk at Lake Murray after work. Tonight I strolled through the small
village community of La Mesa. The main street, aptly named La Mesa Boulevard,
is well lit and lined with retailers, restaurants, one coffee shop and one
bookstore.
Holiday decor
in the trees along the sidewalk sparkle white light down from above. Windows
reflect winter scenes painted in bright colors. Snow men and snowflakes
abound.
My sister
Rita, is visiting our step-mom in Alabama. She chats with me on the cell phone
as I walk. Occasional interruptions cause us to call or text each other to
reconnect. At one point, I jokingly say, as our attempt to make plans for our
next get together is cut short, “Have your people call my people.”
Next thing I
know, I have a text that says “Hey, this is my people calling your people.” She
is too funny and makes me laugh, as does our step-mom. The walk enriches my body
and our conversation warms my heart on this cool winter Wednesday evening.
They remind
me laughter is important. And everything is funny when the relationship you
share has its own light. Each day holds a story to tell and an adventure to
relate, animated with gestures and amalgamated words, spoken with a mix of Spanish,
English and Alabamian. Yes, this Californian considers Alabama the keeper of
its own language.
Night y’all,
Loraine
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