Monday, August 11, 2008
What I Did For Love
There are things a girl will do for her father that no one else could get her to do. No one. My dad had knee replacement surgery last week and is happy to be home and recovering. Before he went into the hospital he left his wallet and other valuables at home for safekeeping. My mom noticed that his credit card was not in his wallet. The search began. We looked in pants pockets, dresser drawers, on his desk, by the computer, all over. No card. "Call the credit card company," I suggested. "Tell them what the last few charges were and if there are no others you'll know it has been misplaced and hasn't fallen into the wrong hands." No extra charges. The search continued. No card. This morning, which just happens to be garbage pick-up day at their house, my dad appeared to be resting when I checked on him. His eyes popped open. "I think I might have left my credit card in a Walgreen's bag," he said. "Tell your kids I'll pay them $10 each to go through the garbage and look for it." Since the little darlings were still sleeping, and you never know when the garbage collectors will decide to come early--I headed outside, my hands encased in protective plastic bags. Several moldy ears of corn and one almost-battle with a chipmunk later, let me just say that I looked through every bit of garbage generated by this house in the last week....and the card was not there. I think the time has come to admit defeat and cancel the card. That's the only way we'll find it anyway. Happy Knee Rehab, Dad!!