Posts Tagged ‘tuesdays with maga’


November 12, 2019

“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.”



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.”


November 5, 2019

“It looks like basketball to me,” Maga said.

“The Nuggets?”

“There’s a black cat on the court.”


“And now another one. And another one.”


“You must think I’m crazy.”

“Not in the least. I’m wondering why I’m not watching that station. It sounds fun.”

She immediately lapsed into reading all the commercials to me.

“Oh, Abby, dear. I wish you were here to explain it all to me.”

My brain expanded. My heart contracted. I can’t believe I never thought of it in those terms before. I thought she was reading the commercials to me because she could see better than she could hear. I thought she was reading them to keep herself grounded. I didn’t know she was reading them as a means to get me to help her understand the world around her.

I promised myself I’d pay as close attention to those words as her original ones.


October 28, 2019

“It snowed last night,” Maga said.

“IT DID?!” I said.

“You didn’t know?”


“Why not?”

“How would I?”

“Where are you?”


“Oh,” Maga said. She lost her words and then her train of thought. She lapsed into talking about what was on the TV because it didn’t involve the past. Just present. I interjected where I could, but mostly, I just listened.

“It’s getting dark so early,” Maga said.

“That’s true. It’s definitely dark here.”

“Where are you?”


“I’m so lonely. I wish you would come visit.”

“Oh, Maga. I wish I could too. It’s almost a five hour flight, though. It’s just not as close as I’d like.”

“We’re both at different…” she searched for a word, “…angles.”

It didn’t make sense and it was 100% true. I wished I could rearrange a few things so the angles of our states and edges of our couches were closer.


October 23, 2019

“Hi, Maga. It’s Abby.”

“Hello, darling. Who is this?”

“It’s Abby.”

“Oh, Abby. How did I miss you?”

“You didn’t. I’m here.”

“I dozed off here in the chair.”

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“It’s perfectly all right. Oh, that was terribly bad behavior.”

“What? I said I was sorry!”

“My knee. I moved it and it hurt.”

“Oh. I thought you were talking about me.”

I needn’t have worried. She wasn’t. In fact, for most of the rest of the conversation, she wasn’t talking to me or about me, but merely near me. She had other things to be excited about, namely, the adventurers returning home tomorrow!


October 22, 2019

“What did you do today?” Maga asked.

“Went to work, got a flu shot, got my roof replaced,” I said.

“Your roof was repaired?”


“I hope it all goes away tomorrow.”

“I DON’T! I need a roof!”

“Oh, yes. Well, the travelers come home on Thursday.”

“They do! Do you think they’re having fun?”

“I don’t think so. I hope not.”

WHAT IS HAPPENING? IS TODAY OPPOSITE DAY? I decided to lay off a bit because my incredulous tone was throwing her for a loop. I let her tell me about the clouds outside, ask me about my day, and tell me about the commercials she was watching (side note: why is it always a commercial and never a main program?).

“I don’t know what’s going on,” Maga said. “It’s all moving so fast.”

“There does seem to be a lot happening on your tv right now.”

“I guess they know what they’re doing even if I don’t.”

She said it to the TV, but I could have easily said it to her…It’s a misty, spooky October night here and the atmosphere bled into the phone call. In fact, I’m not sure which part of this conversation was the most helpful/comforting for her: the part where I talked or the part where I listened or the part where her phone crapped out and she hung up on me?