I had been back home from my visit with my father when my bonus mom went in for back surgery. Dad was alone and although there were plenty of people around in their building that he could call if he needed to, he was having a tough go of it. I offered to go out and take care of him and he took me up on my offer. I left the following day, again taking my credit card since I had no money in my
checkbook and $48 in my paypal account. Hubby gave me $50 cash. I filled up on the way, arriving with the gas light flickering on. For the next ten days, I took care of Dad, which actually turned out to be a wonderful experience. I had grown up without him in my life and knew very little about him, so it was great to learn about his childhood, how he met my mother, his reaction when I was born, different jobs he'd held... We talked a lot and I was surprised at his willingness to be both totally honest and to talk about the hard stuff we all have hidden deep down. In the afternoons, he would take a long nap and I would go off exploring Concord. My first surprise was a Border's, which is like a strong magnet to me. I walked out with three new writing books and a new charge on my credit card bill. Ug.
Through the ten days, I went
shopping every afternoon. Sometimes I spent nothing, but most of the time I saw something I just couldn't resist. By the time I left, I had added probably $200 to my bill. Talk about buyer's remorse! Now I need to redo my spreadsheet and figure out how I'm going to squeeze it in by year's end.
For what it's worth, $200 was a bargain to shell out for the experience of getting to know my dad and to have the honor of taking care of him during what are probably his last weeks. For that, there is no remorse, only gladness.