In the Everyday

So tonight my Dad spent it proving he loved me. Nothing big or flashy, in fact we definately were in his dirty, dusty work van, the blue one that used to be my Mom's.

Maybe I should start at the beginning. Sound like a good idea? So my Dad was driving me to my biweekly apprenticship in Brentwood. Half way there he realizes that he forgot his cellphone, so he asks if he can borrow my watch. Of course I say yes. So before I get out I hand over my watch and go to apprenticing. Lotsa fun tonight, there was a black lab named Mischief that didn't like the sounds from upstairs. Which is understandable, considering that during classes there is Karote going on upstairs. Lotsa banging.

To put this more in perspective, normally on the way back from Brentwood, my Dad takes the only time that it's just the two of us to tease me the whole way back. You know, about silly things that really have no importance. I'm pretty sure that's were Matthew learnt to be so annoying.

Anyway, back to the point. So I was sweeping the floor after class, and my Dad walks in, apparently we've gone late again, but I wouldn't know 'cause I didn't have my watch. So I get in the van and the first thing he does is apologize for loosing my watch. First thought through my head *it's just a watch* closely followed by *how am I supposed to get to class on time now?* which is countered by *I'll just half to sit in the cafeteria and watch the other people in my program.*

So I've concluded that it's just a watch, a good watch, but just a watch. And thus not a big deal. Not at all what my Dad thinks if how he kept going on about being sorry, and how it wasn't alright that he'd lost it.

So he had a job in Brentwood that he had to go and look at, and that took a while. When he got back he asked how much the watch had been worth, and were I got it. I had happened to get it out in Langford on a fluke of a day. Then he promised to go out and get me a new one from where I'd gotten it. He also explained that he'd gone out for supper while waiting for me, and that's when he thinks that the watch had fallen out of his pocket. So I thought, no big deal, I'll phone the resturtaunt tomorrow, and see if they have it. Dad countered saying,"No, I'll go there myself." He then proceeded to say about how we'd get up early tomorrow before I needed to go to school, and go to that resturtaunt for breakfast.

It was all incredably sweet. I mean, I had decided that it was just a watch and that I could get a cheap one somewhere in Sidney till I had time to get a better one. The sweetest thing? He promised to charge the people whose place we were at more, that way they'd pay for the watch. He really didn't need to do that.

Moral of the story? Don't make salad before taking off fur covered clothing.