“How are you?”
“I just finished dinner, so I’m still digesting,” Maga said.
“How about you? Have you had dinner yet?”
“I finished just a little bit ago.”
“Are you a good cook?”
My response was to laugh out loud. “No.”
“What’d you have for dinner?”
“A baked potato.”
“Oh, well, I guess that’s nutritious enough.”
“It’s the ‘I-just-bought-a-furnace’ diet.”
“What’s that got to do with a baked potato?”
“A furnace is a lot of money. My savings took a hit. Potatoes are only 79 cents per item.”
Maga’s response was to ask about the weather. I clued her in about the brief snow squall this morning and the crazy winds that blustered about all day.
“We got snow yesterday,” Maga said.
Maga’s caregiver confirmed the amount. “8.5 inches,” Maga repeated.
“Did you go sledding?”
Maga’s response was to laugh out loud. “My sledding days are long since over, plus there aren’t too many hills around here.”
My response was to let my imagination run wild with Maga and a sled, or as she referred to it, a toboggan. I guess my mind really ran amok and the silence accidentally piled up. Maga, with her non-sequiturs, took charge.
“Your mom was my firstborn.”
I shook off the lingering imagery in my head and addressed the practicality in front of me. “Yes, she was.”
“I’m impressed with the progress she’s made. She’s done well with whatever she undertakes.”
My response was not to argue. Everything she said was accurate (which is why I took notes on how exactly she phrased it).
Our conversation may have been a night early and it may have not followed a logical path, but it was full of laughter along the way.