“It was not a very interesting day,” Maga said, “but you take it as it comes.”
“You know, that’s true. My day was also not exciting.”
“No?”
“No.”
This conversation echoed up and down and around and around a shocking number of times.
“Anything interesting happen…” Maga searched for a word, a thought. I waited to see what she would say because I needed a break from the monotony. “…like did you get any mail?”
You know she had a point. Mail is exciting, well, when it’s not junk mail. And today, I had received some mail in the form of a package containing a lamp. The lamp I was currently using was from two apartments ago and just doesn’t fit with the layout of my bedroom/outlet situation. Basically, I have to shimmy to the edge of my bed, balance there, wind my hand up and under the lampshade, and twist my hand into awkward contortions bumping up against the wires of the lampshade to reach the knob to turn the light on. It’s a lot to ask of me in the morning.
All of which is to say the mail today contained a simple bedside lamp with a pull cord! A pull cord! So genius. I mean I can’t even wait to wake up tomorrow morning! Or, before that, go to bed! Did I mention the part where I used some of the cardboard box it arrived in to level out the top of my bedside table (thank you old house with uneven floors)…umm, where was I?
If only I could explain all that to Maga without starting and stopping 1,200 times to enunciate and speak up and repeat myself.
“The days must be working right,” Maga said a little bit later.
“Hmmm,” I said.
“If you understand what that means. I’m not sure I do.”
“Sometimes it’s a mystery how the days work, but we take it as it comes.”
Abigail Mumford 