The watch. One of the UGLIEST watches on the planet. My father’s pride and joy.
A few years ago, dad found the Casio timepiece in the street. The band was broken, which probably explains why it was on the street, but it still worked. Never one to let something pass him by, he took it home and gave it a new band from some cheap, old watch that he had in a drawer which had seen better days. However, it was not any old band that he repaired the watch with. Goodness no! Never mind the fact that the original band was black and plastic, the watch would look so much better with a gold band.
The new-band-replacement surgery is a story unto itself as I learned last night. Did you know that it took four rivets that had to be cut and drilled out to make the new pins for the band to fit? You do now. Do you know what a rivet is? I had that explained to me as well.
The newly remodelled Casio was now ready for the world. It became dad’s day watch. Dad would have been more than happy for the watch to be the ALL-day (including evening wear) watch, but there are some things my mother will not let him do.
The biggest selling point about this watch is the hourly beep. Yes, you guessed it, every hour on the hour this watch beeps. Just the once, a short double-beep……… for 21 of the 24 hours. However, at 6pm you get two beeps and at 7pm and 8pm you get ten! These are the alarms that my dad managed to set for whatever reason at the time he needed to set the alarms for. The problem is these alarms were supposed to go off at 6AM , 7AM and 8AM. Today I discovered the reason they beep in the PM. The watch is in 24 hour time mode and I’m taking a wild stab in the dark here and guessing that my darling father set the time on the watch in the afternoon, not realising this little factor. Hahahahahahaha!!!!!!! (Which has me wondering what he thought the time was when he looked at his watch in the mornings, if he even looked at the watch at all.)
Back to the hourly beeps and the other, often told, tale of the wonders of the Casio timepiece. According to my father, the fellas at the butcher shop where he worked would get excited each time the beeps sounded because it meant that they were another hour closer to knock-off time and it would spur them on to work that bit faster.
Why am I telling you about this watch? Make yourself comfortable, get yourself a cup of tea and I will tell you.
You see……… dad lost the watch, I found it and I am using this contraption as leverage against him.
Back in early April my father was cleaning my mum’s car and was concerned for the paint finish on the roof, so decided the best thing to do was to remove the watch. The most convenient place to seconder the precious timepiece was inside said car and put it in the car for safekeeping he did. However, he forgot about the watch and moved the car, pottered around the house and did other stuff before realising that the watch was not on his wrist. Upon returning to mum’s car the watch could not be found. (I know…..GASP!!)
The car was searched, the footpath was searched, the road was searched, footsteps were retraced, clothing was searched, pockets were gone through but alas, the watch was nowhere to be found. Father was quite devastated. His watch. His pride and joy…….gone.
A few days afterwards dad came down with pneumonia and was subsequently diagnosed with lung cancer when the persistent illness required hospitalisation, further tests and x-rays to see what was going on.
My dad has been hospitalised a few times since April and I can tell you that it has been more than a few times in the past few months that we have heard the story of the lost watch. Whilst visiting my dad on one of his stints in the Peter Mac my mother happened to mention that she thought she heard the watch beep when she was driving home from a hospital visit. More car searching from mum failed to uncover the coveted Casio and thoughts turned to the idea that it was mum’s mind playing tricks on her with the stress of dad’s ill health and near-death scare.
Last Friday I was at my family home visiting mum and dad when I heard a faint beep and I asked dad if he had found his watch. The answer was no, but that was enough for me. I had to look for myself.
To a chorus of “We’ve looked!” “We’ve searched that car so many times……….” “It’s not there.” “You won’t find it, it’s gone.”……I grabbed my phone (for the torch in it) and marched down the stairs to the garage to carry out my own search and rescue mission.
It took me less than two minutes to locate the watch.
Thoughts of blackmail raced through my brain as I ascended the staircase to present my prize.
The look on my dad’s face when I held up the watch was priceless.
“How much is this watch worth to you?” I teased. I wasn’t really teasing. I was wondering how much money would be his first offer.
Dad was like a crack addict. He was twitching. Desperate to get his hands on his fix. This was GOLD.
And then came my moment of pure brilliance.
I had changed all my long-service leave plans when dad nearly died. The shit hit the fan the day before I was meant to board a plane to Ireland and I did the only thing I could do……… I immediately cancelled the first four weeks of my leave. I had no firm plans for those first 4 weeks away, I could do it some other year. Four weeks would also have been enough time for what we all thought would be a funeral and whatever other shit had to happen. A new flight was scheduled for the 31st of August and I would be able to travel on the tour that had been booked months previously and the Mykonos stay that would round off the trip. Dad just needs to stay well so that this can happen.
My moment of brilliance?
I told my dad that if he wants his watch back he is not allowed to get sick again until I return from my holiday. The watch is going to Europe! It is going to have its photo taken in London, Amsterdam, Rome, Venice, Paris and Mykonos.
With a shake of hands the deal was sealed.
Although it clearly pained him to not hold it lovingly in his hands and stroke the ridiculous calculator buttons with his fingertips, the joy in his face knowing that his precious watch was alive and well was incredible to witness. He had been feeling and looking pretty flat but now his cheeks were flushed with colour and his eyes twinkled with excitement.
I am now in possession of ‘the watch’ and dad is not allowed to get sick or die until I get back from my holiday. We have a deal and I have the prize.
PS: For those of you wondering WHERE in the car I located the watch. I found it down the side of the front passenger seat between the seat and the centre console.