The best part about Saturday is getting out of bed and sitting at the computer to find my brother’s weekly email. As sure as the earth is round, I can expect an email to be in my box from my brother. I can also outline pretty much what it contains. First he covers the weather for his area and mine – always good to know the current weather report for the week and I do count on it as he use to be a corporate pilot and is good at tracking the weather. Next he covers his exercise regime for the week at 68 taking in at least 5-6 hours of activity each day. This includes hiking up steep terrain and riding this weird looking contraption called a Trikke. This is a three wheel manual scooter that you propel with your body movement. Next he covers all of the minor aches and pains he has some as graphic as the gross condition of his infected toe, consistent itching on his upper arm (strangely I have the same rare ailment), throat clearing (yep, here too) and all sorts of other aches and pains relating to old age. Amazingly this man is very healthy and eats very little while exercising half of the day. You might think this would cause me stress and feel inadequate with my infrequent exercise regime and small, stocky body – but I really look so much better and not as old being a little fuller in my face. 
My brother is my only sibling and was an only child for 7 years before I took over as the attention getter in the family. Adored by my father who thought I could do no wrong, my brother found me more of a pain and basically ignored me until we reached middle age and he was going through a divorce (still single years later). It seems my brother just couldn’t do anything much to please Dad. On the other hand, even an accident at 17 I had rear-ending an Edsel while driving with a coke in one hand and a burger in the other was excused by Daddy. His comment to my furious mother was “They shouldn’t make Edsels anyway!” Mother adored my brother but I was always trying to be sure she loved me most. Days before she died 10 years ago, my brother and I were standing by her bed when I asked her “Mom, who do you love the best?” She simply smiled a weak smile and tightened her grip on both of our hands.
