Friday, December 16, 2005

Sometimes It Pays to Have the Memory of a Goldfish

When I walked through the door Wednesday night, my father was waiting up for me. Probably because it was after 1:30am and the last time he had spoken to me was when I was in the lot searching for the ticket stub I needed to claim my car and couldn't remember my license plate or car ID number for the little "I lost my ticket, but this is my car" card. Even if he had called while I was driving, it wouldn't have mattered since my phone died about the time I was stuck in traffic on the FDR.

"Dina, did you get my message this morning?"
"Message? What message?"
"I sent you a message about what I left you."
"You left me something?" We weren't off to a good start.
"Yes, I left you something in your boots."

I looked down at the boots on my feet and over at my snow boots near the door. Reaching into my snow boots, I found an envelope from my father with a little message about how he noticed I was very frazzled the day before and that I should do something nice for myself. There was money inside.

Remember this? Let's just say that that was the perfect end to a day that started with a phone call from Jon, the guy I was organizing a concert with, waking me to tell me that the sound guy's van wasn't available and we needed a solution quick.

Have a Shabbat Shalom, all.

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Anonymous xianerd said...

your dad is like a shoe fairy... as in the people with tights and wings... um, as in the people with tights and wings who don't reside in the village.

shabbat shalom. It is nightfall so it isn't like you will see that until after the fact.

Friday, December 16, 2005 6:48:00 PM  
Blogger Adam Murray said...

Shabbat Shalom.

Did use that right?

Saturday, December 17, 2005 7:41:00 AM  
Blogger nyc pink fashionista said...

wow dina. Thas was such a nice thing that your daddy did. (btw, my daddy did something similar on my birthday. however in my case it was the "coat fairy" not "shoe fairy")

I saw the cartoon. Awww, poor Dina. I empathize with you. I've been having my fair share of bad moments.

But at the end, the concert worked on based on the great reviews I 've been hearing.

Shabbat Shalom.


prjuonb?

Saturday, December 17, 2005 1:59:00 PM  
Blogger Sherbert said...

do we all know, like is there scientific evidence, that goldfish really have terrible memories?

my memory sucks too, family makes fun of me, well yeah i join along too. sometimes its funny but sometimes its just so sad...

vjszs

Monday, December 19, 2005 6:25:00 PM  
Blogger MC Aryeh said...

Very sweet of your dad....did you ever find the ticket stub?

Tuesday, December 20, 2005 7:37:00 AM  

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