Called my Mom last night on a whim, just to say howdy.
"I can't stay on long," she said. "I have to get up at 4:30 tomorrow morning, you know."
Did I know? No I did not.
"How come?" I asked.
"Dad's eye surgery. You knew he was getting a cataract removed, didn't you?"
Not being a psychic, I did not know that either. I knew he had cataracts. He told me that in the truck when he came to pick me up for Thanksgiving vacation. Very casual about it too. Hope he didn't notice that I double-checked my seatbelt and clung to my door's Hail-Mary handle until we came to a stop outside the house.
So anyway. Dad was already in bed when I called (and probably already asleep), so I didn't get to wish him luck. Mom said she'd give him the message today. He had outpatient surgery this morning to get one cataract removed, and they're going to do the other eye next month. I've been wanting to call all day to see how he is, but my cell's battery just ran out of juice. Guess I'll wait 'til I get home.
Glad I decided to call.