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I play solitaire alot. Today I dealt the cards out. From looking at the the cards I realized that the Ace of Hearts was missing.
(I read a deck very well. Don’t know why or how, numbers are not my friends)
I looked around for it. All the usual spots. Most things hide under the sheets or the hospital bed. No ace of hearts.
I ask the housekeeper did she find it. Nope.
Now … a little background and my relationship with ace of hearts .
I find lone cards all the time. It weirds me out that I find cards, let alone they are primarily ace of hearts.
I’ve even found them in the woods. On the gravel county road. Walmart. Public restrooms. In my house (I can atribute that to grandkids, maybe) I always have a deck of cards close by.
So today I go walking in the courtyard. What do you think I found?
Laying on the ground right next to the cats. I whistle a certain way ( the tune of Memory from Cats) and they come to me for snacks.
I look down there’s the card on the ground. Ace of hearts. Hasn’t been rained on or muddy. That part really messed with me.
Cannot be explained.
So… I go back in my room and get the deck of cards out and discovered my deck has a red back. The card found was blue. WTF??
And…not done yet. I go to the bathroom and laying in the shower stall is a a red back Ace of hearts.
For what it’s worth, I learned a few magic tricks as a kid. I didn’t practice anywhere near enough to get good at sleight of hand, but to this day I still know a few card tricks. When I was in high school, I went to demonstrate one of these tricks to a few friends. I was halfway through the trick and realized I had completely screwed it up, and now I had no idea what the card was that my friend had picked. I said “wait a minute” and grabbed the deck from his hands while he was still shuffling them, expecting to start the trick over. By sheer accident, one card fell out of the deck as I grabbed it, which by pure luck happened to be his card.
“That’s my card!” he exclaimed. “How did you do that?”
I just shrugged and said “magic”. And then refused all requests to do that trick again, because I couldn’t. At least not the way that I had just done it. It was dumb luck.
Beck, you are literally begging me to tell a story from my ancient past.
The very first time Mr VOW came to my house for dinner, he and I were sitting on the couch in the living room while my mother was cooking in the kitchen. Daddy was sitting in his chair, and we were all enjoying one of those awkward silences.
Mr VOW (who was SP4 VOW at that time) said, “If you have a deck of cards, I can show you a trick!”
Cards were found, and I picked one. He lays the cards out in a grid, picks them up, then lays them out in a different grid. He pulls a card out, and says, “This is your card.”
“Uh, no, it’s not.”
Hmmm. He says he’ll try it again. And he screws it up.
Third try. By this time, my father is sitting up straight, on the edge of his seat. SP4 VOW gives a nervous chuckle, looks at Daddy and says, “Do you know how the trick works?”
Daddy says, “Yeah, and I can’t figure out how you keep screwing it up!”
What REALLY added seasoning to the botched card trick is that Boyfriend was then Active Duty Army, with the rank of Spec4 (E4). My daddy was a retired Air Force officer. Boyfriend wanted the ground to open up and swallow him whole!
If I were to casually mention the card trick to Mr VOW today, his heart would do somersaults in his chest!
There’s a happy ending. Mr VOW and Daddy became really good friends. When Daddy was at his final hospitalization, Mr VOW went into his room and pulled a chair next to the bed. Mr VOW thanked him for everything, told Daddy he loved him, and that he had been more of a father to him than his own father.
