I have a very carefully calibrated morning routine that allows me to wake up at 8 a.m. and catch an 8:45 a.m. train.
8:20 a.m. The Phone Rings. The caller ID on my phone shows my sister's house. I assume it's my Dad with travel plans since he's due to arrive this evening. He's spent a week in Seattle and now will join us for the next eight days.
"Imo?" It's my sister's voice. Why is she calling me Imo? I mean, I know it's what my niece calls me, but why is my sister addressing me as such?
"It's me." I venture. I'm a bit slow in the mornings.
"Blonde Niece has something she wants to tell you." This is indeed momentous, as the last few times we've tried 'chatting' on the phone it's been a random monologue with occasional laughter in response.
I hear fumbling noises, "Hey, girl! What's up?" I speak into the void.
"You come my hou ah ma nap?" I hear her breathy question and rapidly try to interpret.
"You want me to come to your house after your nap?"
"Yea!" She exclaims.
"Oh, sweetie, I wish I could but I live too far away. I won't be able to come today."
"Oh. You pla ma to?"
Silence. My sister rescues me, "I think she wants you to play with her toys."
Then more fumbling noises. In the background I hear laughter and then OTRsis gets back on, "She took the phone and carried it over to her toys."
8:27 a.m. My hair is still wet.
"Well, I should run. Can I call you back later?"
"Sure. Blonde Niece, do you want to say good bye to Imo?"
More fumbling and a breathy 'bye-bye'.
Quick hair dry. A dog walk and speedy bike ride and I make the train.
How could you not be cheery and grinning the rest of the day after that beginning?