My sister and I had a rather strong debate recently. We do that often. As sisters go, I have a hard time believing she wasn’t accidentally switched in the nursery at birth, because we are complete, total polar opposites. I am tall with dark hair and eyes, with a very strong broad shouldered physique. She is barely five feet tall, blonde, and blue eyed. Our Dad says that I got a much heavier does of the native American genetics than she did, and that I also take after the Irish farming and horsemen side of the family tree. We aren’t sure where my sisters love of the dramatic stems from. That love of drama though, completely explains her choice of lifestyle. For her, the lights of Broadway are a siren song, and she has devoted her life to Theater. Preferring to be surrounded by people, lights, hustle and bustle at all times, her coming to visit our quiet out of the way small farmstead was culture shock. I invited her to come along with me, as I did chores and tended the horses. She agreed, only to realize her strappy sandals really had no place around a paddock. Excusing herself, she ducked inside to change into a pair of pristine sneakers. I continued morning feeding, laughing quietly to myself. Embolden, my personal horse, seemed to be laughing right along with me. My dear sister joined me as I headed out to the lake, to check the wild goose who had washed up on the shore with a badly bitten wing. The poor fellow had apparently landed on an active gator pond, and was lucky to get away from the mighty jaws. I asked for help freshening the straw in the goose’s shelter, and my sister declined. She began questioning things, and stating that we lived such a “plebian” and un-cultured lifestyle. I listened as I worked, as everyone is entitled to their own opinion of things. When she paused for breath in telling me about how much better her life was in The Big City, I invited her leave. If life up north in the Big City was so much better, then it might be there is where she needs to go back to, and not ruin her manicure, pedicure, and milk white skin under the southern sun. She did- she packed and left that next morning. Things have been mighty peaceful around here since.