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|Somewhere, way back when…here let me look it up for you, (paging impatiently through pages of useless blog entries). Ahhh, here it is. Entry number 18, titled Tic-Toc, that’s the one.
Now as I was saying, somewhere, way back when I wrote a blog about my lifelong love affair with watches (not). In case you don’t want to get back and read it I’ll give you the Cliff Notes version.
I hate watches and mieces to pieces!
So it’s Christmas morning. I’m busily opening all the wonderful presents that Santa and my family brought me, when what do I find, nestled in a box from my son? You guessed it, a watch.
A watch should only do two things. Tell time and light up in the dark. It needs to light up so you can read it in the woods before daybreak, when you are hunting. If you are not a hunter or huntress, then…a watch only needs to do one thing…
My son, bless his little heart, bought me a Timex watch, non-digital, so I don’t have to worry about all those buttons to push. It does the following things:
It tells time. Passed test number one with flying colors. I don’t even care if it tells absolute correct time, as long as it’s within a minute or two or even three of being right.
It lights up in the dark. This is pretty cool. It’s one of those indigo deals. Looks neat. I’ve even locked myself in the bathroom with the light off so I can watch my watch glow.
It also tells me the date. Now this is one more thing than a watch is supposed to do, but so far it seems harmless. Just a simple number on a dial and I even figured out how to set it. Still, it worries me, so I’ll keep an eye on it, just in case.
I’ve had a number of watches down through the years, including Timex ones. This watch looks much the same as any other watch out there. But in my mind, it’s one of a kind because my son gave it to me and that makes it pretty darn special.