“Where are you?” Maga asked.
“I’m at my parents’ house.”
“How were you able to do that?”
“My dad drove up to get me.”
“That was nice.”
“It was…” I dropped the phone and as I bent to pick it up, accidentally grabbed it by the hang up the phone button. After a few calls back went directly to voicemail, I got through.
“Did we get disconnected?” Maga asked.
“We did. Sorry. My fault.”
“That’s okay. I forgive you.”
“What are you up to tonight?” I asked.
“I’m working on a jigsaw puzzle. [Caregiver M] is helping.”
“That sounds rather fun.”
“Well, it’s not bad when you get right down to it.” As I chuckled, she continued, “38 across. Ask about. Query. Do you think that’s it?”
“Was the clue ask about query?”
“No. The answer is query.” As she spelled it out, I have to assume she was simultaneously writing it down. “Yes. I’m right.”
“31 down. [Cargiver M] could you come over here?”
“Dear, you have Abby on the phone. Talk to her.” As Maga repeatedly asked for her help (and ignored me), M went to get her glasses. “Casanova.”
“Well,” M said. “That’s going to be playboy.”
“That’s exactly right!” Maga said. “Very good!”
“49 down is going to be love,” Maga continued, as M and I listened on.
I suppose that’s one definition of it. Listening, helping, comforting, spelling.
Another one is reminding your grandmother of her daughter-in-law’s birthday today. (Happy birthday, Aunt C!) As I went over the details of that phone number, Caregiver M reminded Maga she’d already talked to her today and wished her a happy birthday.
Maga crushed the rest of the crossword puzzle. [Caregiver M] crushed crossing off Maga’s to do list. I crushed…well…listening to Maga’s daily activities. A rather successful Tuesday evening. ;)
Abigail Mumford 