Maga: How’s work?
Me: Crazy busy. And I could do with a little less drama.
Maga: Don’t you publish books?
Me: Yes, but I have to deal with people to get those books made.
Maga: Oh, well, that could make things difficult. How’s the weather where you are?
Me: Today’s forecast was ‘sunny and delightful’ and you know what? That was spot on.
Maga: It was cloudy where I am today. But I guess it’s a changeable time of year.
The cooling temperatures. The evening hours creeping closer every day. And yet, it always feels like time for a fresh beginning.
Maga: Look at that man. He sort of blew up over the lake.
Me: What are you watching?
Maga: Channel 4.
Me: Oh. Okay. Did you watch the Olympics?
Maga: Yes! I loved them. What was your favorite sport?
Maga: Aren’t all those young people so impressive?
Me: Totally. It sort of makes me feel like I need to do more with my life.
Maga: Oh, I think you’ve done quite a bit with yours.
Me: Well, thanks.
Maga: It’s not quite as colorful now that the Olympics are over.
Me: True. But the trees outside will be changing color soon. So there’s that.
Maga: And your mother is coming to visit me.
Me: What’s your favorite thing about her?
Maga: She’s so dependable and you can ask her things and she gives you a good answer. She just has good sense. She knows what’s what. I appreciate that very much. I guess anyone would. You’ve known her a long time. You must understand all this by now.
Me: I do. Very well. I’m lucky to have known her my whole life.
Maga: You’re such a dear to call. I love to hear your cheery voice. And sometimes you surprise me because I forget it’s Tuesday.
It is a changeable time of year after all, but our Tuesday phone calls are consistent. Two ladies each wishing they had more company than the newspaper, a book, the TV, memories of days previously sunny and delightful. But our blood connects us and the telephone ties us together and we move forward one season at a time.