I haven’t worn a watch for almost a month now. Funny thing, I haven’t really missed it. Granted, I occasionally glance down at my wrist. The watch is not there. Time is everywhere I go, particularly if I remember to carry my cell phone, which I don’t. Most places have wall clocks. There is a digital clock in the truck, on my computer. That covers most of the places I might need one.
My recent time piece has been an inexpensive purchase from Sears, Winnipeg in 2004. It was a lovely two-tone silver/gold wrist watch that has gradually worn to a pewter colour. The battery has gone dead, and I have been neglecting (forgetting) to get it replaced. All my watches suffer a similar malaise, and there are a number of them…(15) I should really have my trusty windup Waltham repaired, or even the $15.00 Timex I purchased when the Kenora Woolworth was reinvented as a Zellers – or the Seiko – or the Bulova. Then I wouldn’t have an excuse, would I?