“I’m getting older every day.”
“Winter is coming.”
“You sound so calm, cool, collected, and here I am jumping around the room.”
“Moving IS a big deal.”
“If I sound funny tonight, it’s because I am.”
Soundbites from Maga’s side of tonight’s conversation.
It was late, later than usual, but a friend’s birthday needed to be celebrated first. When I got home, I checked in with my mom and she said it wasn’t too late to call. Denver is two hours behind, but I wasn’t sure how Maga defined late.
Me: Maga! Hi! Sorry to call back so late!
Maga: No problem. Glad you were persistent. If I didn’t have these telephone calls with family to fall back on, it’d be pretty gruesome.
Me: Well, October is a time for gruesome things.
Maga: *chuckles* So, tell me about your next trip.
I did.
Maga: You’re turning into quite the traveler this year.
Me: Yes, well, I figured if I can’t find a place to buy and call home, I might as well go see the world.
Maga: Makes sense to me. I’ll be interested to hear all the things you did.
Apparently it’s my duty to keep on keeping on with the heavy travel schedule and to send postcards from each place I visit, not only because sometimes my travels blocks our Tuesday phone calls, but because everyone loves mail. And now that I’m traveling for two…
9.22.16
Him: “How often is it happening?”
Me: “I lose an hour every 7 days.”
They say time is relative. Time is fleeting. All in due time. Time after time. In the nick of time. Time flies when you’re having fun.
And you can literally lose time when the gears and inner workings of your watch break.
It was one of our longest calls yet. One full of juicy tales and good old fashioned gossip. The kind best washed down with a shirley temple or a chocolate milkshake. The type better left between the two giggling gals who traveled down tangents and traversed family lines and rehashed memories. The repeated questions and repeated answers were more about having a familiar voice on the line. A balm for a lonely heart. Time spent with nothing much said but everything learned.
Abigail Mumford 