"the nicest and the sweetest days are not those on which anything very splendid or wonderful or exciting happens, but just those that bring simple pleasure, following one another softly, like pearls slipping off a string."
Lucy Maud Montgomery

Tuesday, March 24, 2015

Thursday, March 19, 2015

time is a clock...

...mull that over for a minute.

I have a small collection of clocks.  Perhaps a dozen or so.  Several of them are too special to part with and no long work except to elicit memories of what once was.  Others are obnoxious but useful and then there is this guy.

I saw him on a clearance table a few weeks ago.  All sad and lonely with a little crack on his face, or maybe that's a wrinkle.  For $3 I bought him home.  You see, I don't see very well and these numbers are large and bold and although it is not an alarm clock I thought I might be able to see the time if it was at my bedside.  So, I brought the little square head home, dusted him off and gave him a new battery.  It works!  I happily added him next to my alarm clock (which I cannot see).  The next day I rolled over, looked up at the new clock and was surprised to see (yay) the time read 3:15.  What the hell?  I jumped out of bed, apologized to the dog and my bladder and quickly got myself together before hubby got home from work.  Not once did I look at another clock in the house or I would have seen that it was only 9:15.  I would have gone back to bed.

With the thought that I must have used an old battery I found a new pack and installed it into the clock.  Yay, it works.  When I went to bed it was still working and keeping time like a trooper.  Once again morning came and time had stopped at 3:15.  This time I didn't panic half as much but did get out of bed.  I really do know better than to think it could really be that late or that I could sleep so long...

With the third battery I started to lose my excitement for the little square clock that I could see perfectly.  I was not surprised to see it 3:15 again the next morning.  I am afraid the little clock is defective.  Or perhaps it is a foreboding of an event to take place at 3:15.  Don't know if it is a.m. or p.m.  but he is still standing there, proud as can be, with the time stuck a 3:15.
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