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DEIRDRE FIDGE
There are few people who could find joy in waiting for a microwave to finish heating,
but somehow, my mum did it. One of my earliest memories is being held in her arms,
counting down the flashing green numbers together. Mum is petite, and I now stand a
good head taller than her, but I remember feeling so high up there. She’d dance us
left and right around the kitchen, our eyes watching the appliance like it was a space
shuttle countdown on television, excitement and tension building to that final moment:
BEEEEEP! This was a 1980s microwave, and hoo-boy, did it have a shrill alarm. But
don’t worry, we overshadowed that noise with our own performance, heads tipping
back after the 3, 2, 1; wailing into the air as the alarm dinged – a hooty squeal that
always ended in laughter.
The self-consciousness I carry as an adult did not come from my mum, who finds fun
even when completing the most mundane of tasks. As a kid, being pushed in a
supermarket trolley on the bumpy car park gravel became a rollercoaster ride. She’d
speed up, the wind pushing our hair back, my tiny voice singing out, “Weeee-eee!”
and jolting with every bump.
I realise now that Mum didn’t find the joy in these tasks: she created it. Who cares if
neighbours can hear you singing along to a microwave? Life is full of so many seemingly
uneventful moments, but we can turn any of them into a celebration.
迪尔德丽・菲奇
没几个人能从等微波炉加热完的过程里找到乐趣，但我妈妈偏偏能。我最早的记忆之一，
就是被她抱在怀里，一起倒数微波炉上闪烁的绿色数字。妈妈个子小小的，现在我都比她
高出一个头了，但那时窝在她怀里，总觉得自己像站在高处似的。她会抱着我在厨房里左
右晃着跳舞，我们盯着那台电器的眼神，就像在看电视里航天飞机发射的倒计时，兴奋和
紧张一点点攒到最后一刻：“嘀 ——” 那是台 80 年代的微波炉，天呐，警报声尖锐得
要命。不过别担心，我们用自己的 “表演” 盖过了那噪音 —— 数完 “3、2、1” 就仰
头对着空气大喊，警报响起时的叫声又吵又欢，最后总会变成大笑。
我成年后骨子里的不自在，可不是从妈妈那儿学来的 —— 她连最无聊的琐事都能变出乐
子。小时候，坐在超市手推车里被她推着过停车场的碎石路，都能变成过山车之旅。她会
加快速度，风把我们的头发往后吹，我细声细气地喊着 “呜 ——”，跟着每一下颠簸晃
来晃去。
现在我明白了：妈妈不是在这些事里 “找到” 了快乐，而是 “创造” 了快乐。谁在乎
邻居会不会听见你跟着微波炉唱歌呢？生活里满是看似平淡的瞬间，但我们能把任何一个
都变成一场小小的庆祝。语法填空
There are few people who could find joy in waiting for a microwave 1. ________ (finish)
heating, but somehow, my mum did it. One of my earliest memories is being held 2.
________ her arms, counting down the flashing green 3. ________ (number) together.
Mum is small, but I remember feeling so high up there. She would dance us left and
right around the kitchen, our eyes 4. ________ (watch) the microwave like it was a
space rocket countdown, 5. ________ (excite) and tension building to that final moment:
BEEEEEP! The microwave had a loud alarm but we overshadowed that noise with our
own performance, tipping our heads back and shouting into the air a scream 6.
________ always ended in laughter.
My mum would found fun even when completing the most boring of the tasks. I
remembered 7. ________ (push) in a supermarket trolley over 8. ________ uneven car
park ground like riding a rollercoaster. She would speed up, the wind blowing our hair
back, 9. ________ my tiny voice singing out, “Weeee-eee-eee!”
I realise now that Mum didn’t find the joy in these tasks: she created it. Who cares if
neighbours can hear you singing along to a microwave? Life is full of so many 10.
________ (seeming) uneventful moments, but we can turn any of them into a
celebration.
