That's what I'm talking about

Today I was divine communication. Boy did I communicate.
Many the time I see someone on Monday, and they say "so, what did you do this weekend", to which I reply "I talked to my sisters".
I talk to my sisters pretty much every weekend (I have 2 sisters). With M, sometimes our calls are a little shorter - she has my niece (19 months) and my nephew (6 weeks). By shorter, I mean about an hour - she is the queen of multitasking. Usually the calls are between 2-4 hours. Almost every weekend. And we all live in Southern Ontario. And we see each other about once a month at my parents. Bell loves us.
What do we talk about? We laugh about this, because we ask the same question. And the answer is - pretty much the same things every week. How can we have the same conversations every week, for hours on end? I don't know. I don't think any of us do.
I'm not sure where we get this from. My mom doesn't have any siblings, so we aren't copying her. My dad is NOT a phone person. Didn't learn it from him either.
I called my sister B yesterday to wish her a nice Wednesday night off (she plays in a orchestra during the year, but it has ended for the summer). I think that simple wish ended up being a 2 hour conversation. Today I saw something on Oprah that I thought she would be interested in, so that simple "hey you should look this up" only lasted 1 1/2 hours. We didn't need to spend too long on the phone since we are going to see each other tomorrow for most of the day.
I don't think, when I was younger, I could have ever imagined that my sisters and I would be so close. I don't think that my parents could have imagined the 3 girls fighting and hollering would grow up to do so either.
My sisters and I all have lots of "friends", but very few FRIENDS. Lots of acquaintances, but not many really close friends. I think though that we fill that role for each other. At least they do for me, and for that I am grateful.

I called my dad tonight to confirm details for tomorrow. It's the Relay for Life walk for cancer in Ancaster, and we are going to support my mom, a survivor.

I talked to Dad for about an hour. Hey Dad? I think that's the longest we've ever talked on the phone without one of us having to go to the bathroom :)