“What did you do today?” Maga asked.
“Went to work, got a flu shot, got my roof replaced,” I said.
“Your roof was repaired?”
“Yes.”
“I hope it all goes away tomorrow.”
“I DON’T! I need a roof!”
“Oh, yes. Well, the travelers come home on Thursday.”
“They do! Do you think they’re having fun?”
“I don’t think so. I hope not.”
WHAT IS HAPPENING? IS TODAY OPPOSITE DAY? I decided to lay off a bit because my incredulous tone was throwing her for a loop. I let her tell me about the clouds outside, ask me about my day, and tell me about the commercials she was watching (side note: why is it always a commercial and never a main program?).
“I don’t know what’s going on,” Maga said. “It’s all moving so fast.”
“There does seem to be a lot happening on your tv right now.”
“I guess they know what they’re doing even if I don’t.”
She said it to the TV, but I could have easily said it to her…It’s a misty, spooky October night here and the atmosphere bled into the phone call. In fact, I’m not sure which part of this conversation was the most helpful/comforting for her: the part where I talked or the part where I listened or the part where her phone crapped out and she hung up on me?
Abigail Mumford 