Archive for July, 2019

7.15.19

July 15, 2019

Maga dropped two pearls of wisdom tonight:

“Be patient and wait for something good to happen.”

“Let’s speak up and get it straightened out.” + “If we speak up together, maybe they’ll be more accommodating.”

The first was in relation to work, but it could be a lens to look at my (lack of) dating life. The second was regarding the details of my father’s family tree, but I’m choosing to hear it as us women need to stick together and raise our voices to get the equality we, and those who come after us, deserve.

Sometimes it’s not the little things, but the big things she says that I can file away. And sometimes it’s not the big moments, but all the little ones we spend “together” that add up to a big story.

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7.8.19

July 8, 2019

“It’s terrible when you pick up a bug when traveling,” Maga said. “When you’re out and about and meeting people.”

“I actually feel mostly fine now. I just sound terrible.”

“You sound okay on the phone.”

“That’s probably because my voice is deeper and you can hear this register more easily than my normal voice.”

“I suppose that’s true.”

“Hey, did you watch any of the women’s world cup final?”

“Is that soccer?”

“Yes. I’m guessing you didn’t watch it?”

“When is it?”

“It was Sunday.”

“This Sunday or it already happened Sunday?”

“It was yesterday.”

“Who played?”

“The whole world.”

“Who won?”

“THE US!!!” My voice broke and scratched and lost all noise.

“What an athletic world we live in.”

“Oh, hey, Wimbledon started. Have you watched any of that?”

“It’s on now?”

“Well, not right now.”

“What TV station is on?”

“I’m not sure. I don’t have the TV on. And it’s not on right now. It’s super late night there.”

“Oh, yes. When we’re in bed sleeping, they’ll start playing again.”

“You got it.”

We transferred to upcoming travel plans, some of which involve seeing her. The details were explained and spelled out, as her memory became less crisp.

“Is Abby coming?” Maga asked.

*pause* “I’m Abby.”

*pause* “Oh, why yes you are. I’m a bit addled this evening.”

“It happens. It’s nothing to be worried about.”

“I meant is [Sister E] coming too?”

“She is.”

“I’m so lucky you’ll be here. I’ve been here such a long time.”

“That you have.”

“Let’s see. Jobo got the job in two thousand fifteen.”

“Umm, that was four years ago…” Laughter started to fizzle.

Maga chuckled nervously. “Maybe it was one thousand fifteen?”

And then it bubbled over (albeit silently due to this weird bout of laryngitis), but apparently Maga could hear it because she let loose her own peal of laughter. “Oh dear I am all foozledee and mixed up this evening.”

“That’s how I always feel when attempting math. Let’s just agree that you’ve lived there for a wonderful lifetime.”

Sometimes math carries all the answers and weight, but sometimes words do it instead.

7.2.19

July 2, 2019

We covered the usual topics: weather, work, my current location, travel, etc when the volume of the TV led me down a different path.

“Have you watched any of the women’s soccer?”

“No.”

“The Women’s World Cup. They had the first semi-final today. The US won!”

“Is it an international game?”

“Yup.”

“Where is it being played?”

“France.”

“[Aunt J] and [Uncle P] are going to France next week. [Aunt J] told me yesterday.”

“To see family?”

“Yes. I think he gets lonely and misses his family.”

“I think you’re probably right. We all know what it’s like to miss family!”

“Have you seen any of your family members recently?”

I repeated my tales of my most recent trip, which involved all of my nieces and nephews.

“They’re all growing up sooner or later,” Maga said. “You can’t prevent it.”

Ain’t that the truth.

“I’ll be seeing some of your family members soon.”

“And me too,” I reminded her.

“Oh, you’re coming as well??”

“I am.”

“It’s been a long time since I saw you.”

I counted the months since her birthday. “Four months. It’s a long time and it’s also not.”

“You came for my birthday?”

“Yup. Fifth year in a row.”

“It’s been too long since I’ve seen you.”

Maga was right about that. Long days, short months. It expands when you’re younger and shrinks when you’re older. Time is weird. But fortunately, a couple of weeks should pass by quickly so we’ll be in the same time zone before we know it.