Archive for July, 2017

7.31.17

July 31, 2017

“But it’s Monday,” Maga said.

“I know, but I’m going to a birthday party tomorrow and I’m not sure how late it’ll go and I didn’t want to miss our weekly chat.”

“Oh, well thank you for calling tonight.”

We spoke about the usual things (the weather, my siblings, my travels), when something obvious occurred to me.

“Maga, do you realize we overlap states?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, you went to college in MA. I live here now. You were born in NJ. I went to high school there. Your name is Virginia. I went to college at JMU in Virginia.”

“Why you’re right. My goodness.”

Her genes criss-cross my insides while her travels/earlier life criss-cross my exterior path.

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7.25.17

July 25, 2017

“I’d forgotten it was Tuesday until the telephone rang and there you were,” Maga said.

“Here I am.”

The conversation about various family members lulled, and before we could transition back to today’s weather report, Maga said, “What was I going to tell you?”

“Something juicy?”

“What?”

“Juicy gossip.”

“Oh goodness no. Nothing like that, so I guess it doesn’t matter that I can’t remember what I was going to tell you.”

“Well, I’ll be here when you remember it.”

And I will. Even if it’s just over the phone and not in person. Even if it’s once a week instead of every day. Because if there’s one thing I am, it’s dependable. And if there’s one thing I’m good at, it’s listening. So, talk on, Maga. I’ll be here.

7.18.17

July 18, 2017

“I talked to your mom earlier this week, so I know all about your fabulous vacation!”

“It was fabulous indeed! Hot. But so fun. How about you? What have you been up to this past week?”

“Oh, not much. A few little errands here and there. What time did you get back from your trip?”

“Super late Sunday night. About 12:30.”

“PM?”

“No, AM.”

“The afternoon?”

“No, the evening.”

*pause* “Oh, so it was still light out.”

“No, no. It was after midnight.”

*pause* “What’s the weather like there now?”

“Everyone here thinks it’s so hot, but compared to the heat and humidity of North Carolina, this is easy breezy.”

*pause* “It’s quite nice here now too. We had a lovely sunset the other night with the mountains in the background and such.”

“I love sunsets! Did you take a picture?”

“Not this time.┬áDid you take many pictures on your vacation?”

“Just on my phone.”

“If there’s one you really like, I’d love a copy of it.”

“I’m not entirely sure how to get the pictures off my phone…”

“You take it to a place and they can get the pictures made for you.”

“Look at you, Maga, with this current information about technology!”

She chuckled and hiccuped. “What was the weather like on vacation?”

“A minimum of 95 degrees + 100% humidity. You felt like you were melting.”

*pause* “What time did you get back from vacation?”

“Late Sunday night. Well, since it was 12:30, technically, it was Monday.”

“Oh, so very late at night.”

“Yes!” We arrived at the point much faster this time.

“And how’s your weather there?”

“Hot. Thunderstorm-y.”

“So, usual summer weather?”

“You got it.” If she could see me, she would have seen me tap my nose and point in her direction. We spun off on a tangent about my job, which was unusual, but I was happy to answer her questions about what I spend my working hours doing.

*pause* “So you spend a lot of time writing and editing?” Maga said.

Being in production, I do not do those things per say, but I couldn’t help but think of all the revision opportunities I was having tonight. My retellings of the late hour I got home + the weather were on point by the time we hung up.

7.11.17

July 12, 2017

“Are you on your [family trip]?” Maga asked. 

“Yup. All 14 of us are in one house!”

“Wow. How did we get such a big family?”

“You and Jobo started it off right.”

“I suppose we did. I am jealous of you all there together but I guess my traveling days are done.”

“You sure made good use of them when you were able to travel.”

“What’s the weather like there?”

“Scorching hot and one million percent humidity.”

“The beach is good then?”

“Perfect,” I said. “What have you been up to lately?”

“I’m watching Wimbeldon. There’s a TV in a main room so we went down there to watch a match.”

“I love Wimbledon! Did you see the marathon match that Nadal lost?”

“It was on more than yesterday?”

“Oh, yes. It’s at least a week. There are many rounds.”

“Have you been watching?”

“Normally yes but this year I’ve just been reading articles. Did you and Jobo ever make it there during your travel years?”

“You know, we didn’t. It’s one of the few places we didn’t get to go and I would have loved it. It’s so interesting watching all those professional players and seeing what they’re capable of. Or not.”

My mind immediately traveled to the daily beach/pool games + nightly board/card games and thought that amateurs playing games is pretty fun to experience too. 

7.4.17

July 4, 2017

“I’m glad you called early today,” Maga said, “because I’ve got plans for later tonight.”

“I suspected you might. I hope I’m not interrupting you resting up for your festivities later tonight?”

“I’ve been resting all day. I had a terrible night. Up at 2am and never went back to sleep, so I’ve been resting for the past couple of hours.”

“A regular disco nap.”

“What’s that?”

“Never mind. So, you’re going to CHCC?”

“Yes. With S and F. CHCC puts on a wonderful display of fireworks though they’re too loud for me. I don’t like loud things as you know. I won’t wear my hearing aid so maybe then I won’t be too uncomfortable.”

“Seems like a solid plan, although will you be able to hear S and F during dinner if you don’t have your hearing aid in?”

“Oh yes, I’ll be fine. They’ll be fine.”

Setting up plans like a boss lady. Sure seems like the firework show came early!