This morning, as we were readying for our trip, Dan pulled out our passports. I mentioned to him that maybe I should put a tracker card in the little passport holder I use. (We have Apple AirTags, but also smaller-than-credit-card sized trackers that are handy for wallets and the like.)
But wait?! Where is that last (of four) tracker cards? Hmmm. Well, I was absolutely certain that Dan had them last, so of course he wound up looking and looking, to no avail. I searched as well. We were both quite puzzled.
Then he looked at his phone and saw that, lo and behold, a tracker card was labeled “PattyPassport”. Heh. Well, I have no recollection of setting it up, but I obviously must have!
The card was definitely not in my passport holder, so he clicked on the button to have the tracker make a sound.
I could hear the sound in our bedroom. Sometimes Dan heard it, but sometimes not. His hearing isn’t as great for high frequencies. My right ear is great for that, but of course I have no hearing in my left ear so I don’t have directional hearing!
I pulled out all my luggage from the closet. I pulled out another bag that was in the room. I could hear the sound. I just couldn’t locate it!
“It’s here near the closet,” I finally said. I then took one bag at a time out of the room to check and see if the sound moved.
Nope. No movement. It was still near the closet.
I looked IN the closet. I even looked in the clothes hamper.
Nope.
I got down on the floor.
The card was under our bed!
It must have been IN my passport holder and fallen out when I checked to be sure I had the right passport.
We now know that those tracker cards are nice and thin, but “FindMy” won’t tell us if we are getting closer to the tracker like it does for the AirTag.
We also now know that Patty blames Dan for things when she shouldn’t.
Okay, we might have known that already.















