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2.5.19

February 5, 2019

“Are there lots of exhibits there?” Maga asked.

“Oh, yes. Tons.”

“I’ve only been to Disneyland.”

“That came after Disney World.”

“Are you sure? I thought Disneyland was first.”

“I’m pretty sure World was first.”

We’d had this conversation or a version of it three times and I was about to google it when Sister E piped up that Land was first. Maga was right. I was wrong.

That’s what happens when you’re sharing a hotel room with three other people. They can hear your conversation without even trying. Unlike Maga who, again, didn’t have her hearing aids in and required a five minute explanation/repetition of the title of the movie Toy Story (best part of the park(s) so far!)

“Have you been to Disneyland,” Maga asked.

“No.”

“I think the CA one came before the FLA one…”

What also happens is that Maga keeps needling a topic until you’ve actually agreed with her, agreed with her just to be able to change the topic, or found the true answer. Now if that isn’t making proper use of Disney Magic, you can take away my Mickey ears.

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12.27.18

December 27, 2018

“How many are you?” Maga asked.

“9.”

“Now that’s a big happy group.”

“It is indeed.”

“The holidays are a good time for families to get together.”

“That they are. And what did Santa bring you?”

“Presents, candy, perfume, the usual.”

I knew my parents had given her an unusual technological gift, and so, yes, I was fishing for information because we hadn’t had a proper chance to talk the day before. Maga’s omission of that gift spoke volumes and yet was 100% not surprising given her age and disinterest in all things technology. Plus, I’d seen her reaction and confusion to it the day before / the way her 10yo great-grandson explained it with ease.

I reeled in the hard questions and allowed her to direct the conversation back to the weather and how many family members I was surrounded by.

“I wish you luck and success,” Maga said as we wrapped up the conversation with talk of the new year.

“I wish you love and good health,” I replied.

7.31.18

July 31, 2018

“That must have been a very special time in Greece,” Maga said.

“Beyond. Special. Amazing. So so fun.”

“How’s your jet lag?”

“Not good, actually. I’m having a terrible time getting back to a normal schedule.”

“You’ve been home a week already?”

“Not quite. Not yet.”

“Oh, well these things take time. At least a week. At least they did in my experience.”

“What tricks did you use to get over it?”

“Oh, well, probably sleeping pills which would help me finish out the night.”

“There’s an idea.”

“Just know that good, normal times are ahead of you.”

“I’ll keep that in mind!”

“What time is it there?” Maga asked, “8pm?”

“No, 11pm.”

“What?!? Where are you?”

“East Coast.”

“Oh that’s right, of course. Oh, my goodness you should get to bed.”

“I’m already in it.”

“You are?! Now there’s a smart girl.”

With a brain functioning not even remotely on full capacity, I’ll take the compliment and wrap myself up in sweet dreams, too, while I’m at it.

2.13.18

February 13, 2018

“Excuse me.” Maga’s words were muffled by the food in her mouth. “I shouldn’t be eating this gooey thing while talking to you, but it’s so delicious.”

“What are you eating?”

“Something your mother sent me, I think.”

“Cookies?”

“No. Chocolate covered strawberries.”

“You do love your sweets.”

“I always have.”

Her obvious enjoyment outweighed the garbled words. Is this what things sound like to her when she doesn’t have her hearing aids in?

“I think your mother sent these.”

“She might have. She was just there.”

“Chocolate covered strawberries. Is this something she’d send?”

“It does sound like her, yes. It’s probably an early Valentine’s treat.”

“Did I send you a Valentine?”

“You did. I have it right here in my hands. I haven’t opened it yet. I’m saving it for tomorrow.”

“Don’t open it yet,” she said at the same time as me. “Save it for tomorrow.”

Looks like I inherited my sweet tooth and patience from her!

12.26.17

December 26, 2017

“How are things at the house?” Maga asked.

“Very busy, but in a good way.”

“What are the ages of [Sister J’s] kids again?”

“7.5, 5.5, and 2.5.”

“Oh my. That is busy indeed. My kids were a bit more spaced out.”

“What are the age ranges?”

“C and J are 3 years apart. J and D are 3.5 years apart. And D and T are 4.5 years apart, so it wasn’t too crowded all at once.”

“Both sets have their advantages. And how was your Christmas?”

“It was okay. J and P came by for lunch. The food wasn’t anything special. And the day before S and F took me out to dinner.”

“S is Aunt J’s friend, right?”

“Yes. They are one day apart.”

“Really?”

“Yes. Fairly early on, I saw S’s mother and I said to her, ‘You look like I feel’ and she admitted she was pregnant.”

As I pondered the ways women shared pregnancy news sans social media, Maga continued her story. “She went into the hospital and when I went the next day, I ran into her room and said, “I’m here. Let’s see what happens.”

What happened was a lifetime of friendship between mothers and daughters. So much so that they are still spending holidays together. It’s a lovely blurry line between family and friends.