For various reasons, we haven’t spent a lot of time together as adults. For one thing, she’s an aspiring world-traveler and I’m firmly rooted in one city. However, she’s planning to move back to Florida in the very near future and so was in town and available to hang out for New Year’s.
We had a great time. She has a small mix-breed dog that is arguably the most well-behaved, sweet-tempered dog on EARTH. My son loved her and he’s pretty much afraid of everything and everyone right now.
The only weird part?
She has adult hands.
It’s like an episode of Seinfeld. I was sitting on the couch with her, watching her play with and talk about her dog. But I couldn’t keep from staring at her hands. It’s like they’re CGI hands or something. It’s BIZARRE.
Occasionally I get the sensation that I’m participating in a world-wide experiment a la The Truman Show. This was one of those moments. I can imagine that my sister is a life-long actress who lost her original hands in a tragic accident (hopefully doing something awesome like slalom-skiing or BMX trick riding) and who now has highly advanced prosthetic hands that make use of some technology that I’m unaware of in my limited world. Like the real world outside The Christy Show has amazingly advanced technology but I’m relegated to living in a past era that everyone can tune into and observe how I react, interact and go about my daily life.
Crazy? Perhaps. But her hands still freak me out for no apparent reason.