March 13, 2018

“Are you out at that bar?” Maga asked.

“Nope. Stuck at home due to a blizzard.”

“Well isn’t that the pits?”

“Sure is.”

“How’d you get into work?”

“I didn’t. Work was canceled today. The worst of the storm was this morning and afternoon, so commuting in was dangerous.”

“And you don’t have a car, right?”


“That must be difficult in this day and age.”

“Well, living in a big city helps. Also, patience.”

Maga chuckled her agreement. “Oh, did I ever thank you for that green, umm, bag thing that you heat up in the microwave?”

“The last time we spoke about it, you said you hadn’t gotten it yet.”

“I did get it and it’s just super. It’s warm and toasty. I microwave it to get it warm.”

“Yes! Isn’t it wonderful? My friends L and N made them and I just knew you’d enjoy it.”

“It helps greatly with aches and pains. You can put it on your neck, or back or knee. It’s just wonderful. Thank you so much.”

“I’m thrilled to hear you love it so much. I’ll be sure to let my friends know.”

“What’s inside it?”

“Corn. It’s really good at retaining heat.”

“Dried corn? How interesting.”

“I know, right? My friends are very good with natural products and repurposing items. And, like I said, I just knew you’d love it.”

“I really do. Well, I want to tell you to keep a stiff upper lip, kiddo.”

The abrupt change of topic left me with nothing to do but laugh. “Umm, why?”

“So you can face the weather and get into work safely tomorrow.”

“Oh, okay. If that’s what it takes, I’ll do that.”

As I pondered the expression “stiff upper lip” and how very New England it sounded, she said, “And I’ll hope your weather is sunny from here on out.”

Her wish had a summery tone, but at this rate, I’d settle for spring first!



March 6, 2018

“Did you have your Trivia game tonight?” Maga asked.

“I did! And then I got stuck in major traffic getting home, which is why I’m calling so late. Sorry about that.”

“But you saw I called?”

“Twice. Yes.”

“I was calling you back. Did you call earlier tonight?”

“Nope. Not me. I called last night.”


“Because I knew tonight would be busy and I wanted the chance to chat for longer. But I got Jobo’s voice on the answering machine and so I figured you were out and didn’t leave a message.”

“Was I out?”

“It sure seemed that way. Who was with you?”

“Oh! Uncle T was in town because Aunt J is out of town. He was keeping me company. That’s where I was. Did you eat dinner and have a drink at your Trivia game tonight?”

“Yes. Dinner and drinks while we play. We multitask.”

“That sounds nice.”

“What was your cocktail of choice when you drank?”

“Hmmm.” Moments of silence followed this.

“Beer? Wine? A margarita?” I prompted.

“I never liked beer. I might have taken a margarita or two. What was that last one you said?”


“Oh, yes, wine. That’s always been good to drink. How come you keep having Trivia on Tuesdays?”

“That’s just the night of the week it is. They don’t know it’s our night to talk.”

“They aren’t people who know me,” Maga said.

They are not, but I am the lucky one who does.


February 27, 2018

“I’m glad you called tonight,” Maga said, “because I’m feeling extra lonely.”

“Oh, I know that feeling all too well.”

“I bet you do.”

“What has you feeling so lonely tonight?”

“Well, J and P left for South America today. They’re my only local family. They’re going to the Galapagos Islands.”

“No way!”

“Yes. When she studied abroad her junior year of college, she was in Peru and ever since then, she’s wanted to go to the Galapagos.”

The idea that my aunt was finally fulfilling one of her lifelong dreams was almost too much excitement for me to bear, but add in the fact I have three more friends headed to those exact islands in about two weeks from now…The coincidence was almost too much. I told Maga about my friends’ trip and she told me more about the details of Aunt J’s trip. But it was about that time when she asked me what time it was.

“It’s about ten of nine,” I said.

“Why that’s what time it is here. That means it’s about ten of eleven there.”

“Indeed. But it’s no problem. I’ve got to wind down from the night out. You know that buzz from being out with friends…”

“I do, indeed.”

Our talk of big dreams realized + nights out with friends was abruptly cut short after she dangled that provocative statement because she told me it was time for her to get ready for bed.

Master of the cliffhanger!

Girl knows how to keep the phone calls coming week after week.


February 21, 2018

“Tell me about Wellesley,” I said.

“How’d we get on this topic?” Maga asked.

“Well, I was bragging about you at work today and I thought I should get some more stories to add to my arsenal. Who was the most famous person you graduated with?”

She started to (re)tell me the story about her famous classmate, but got bogged down by the details and with nary a pause, “Oh my, did you see that girl’s dress?”

And famous classmates be damned, us ordinary ladies proceeded to watch the Olympics together on a typical Tuesday evening.


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.”


“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!