I am happy to announce that the joke was on me this Mother’s Day!
I placed a bet on Saturday evening that George would not remember it was Mother’s Day or have an opportunity to call from the Gulf of Alaska and wish me a nice day.
Well—I lost my own bet, and big time.
When I woke up on Sunday morning, I was surprised to discover an e-mail from George, sent via Satellite (a form of communication he rarely uses). The message read in part:
good morning beautiful!
and happy mothers day! go into my closet in vinces room on the far left you will find a dark shopping bag kind of rolled up back in the corner…i will be into seward late tonight or early monday will call you then…
Of course, I went directly to the closet in Vincent’s room and found a bag of presents, along with two cards (one from George, one “from” the kids) that were signed and sealed.
Can you imagine my excitement? (And I’ve rummaged through that closet many times since George left; how did I miss that bag?)
Apparently, before he left for Alaska, George did some secret shopping in Seattle while he was there getting bait for the halibut and blackcod season. He went to my favorite store (which no longer exists in our own town) and got exactly what I needed.
I’m also pleased to announce that I lost the “calling” portion of the bet. George called via Satellite late in the afternoon to see how my day was and if I’d found his gift.