Egress quest
Recently, I have had messages that leave me suspicious. I may be running out of time.
That’s an interpretation, but last weekend my alarm clock stopped, and today it was the turn of my trusty wrist as a pocket watch. No display. Yes, I realize that batteries wear out. I also reflect on the time-tested (excuse the pun) hourglass. Anyhow, I decided to ignore son #2 with his timely suggestion that I just rely on a cellphone display. I’m not there yet.
Off to the local box store, where cheap watches (with accuracy that the ancient mariner would have died for) can be had for a pittance. In my case, $9, which is a better economy than a replacement battery for the other watch ($12). In a world where more costs less than less, you do the obvious thing. Throw out the old one and buy a new one. No wonder we’ve run out of space for junk.
For what it’s worth, I now have a new watch in my pocket, and I’ll be able to continue catching my bus on time. Nothing else matters, these days.
The dog had another busy day, checking out egress possibilities. Scratch one large (and expensive) window blind. Scratch one webcam support box (no idea how that got in his way). Scratch the pebbles in the upstairs bathroom. Tally up a carpet corner that was rolled back (again, no idea what he thought he might find underneath).
Hurricane heebie-jeebies on the horizon here. Even with the evidence that no major blow is likely to destroy a new Island home (a century of tracks on an interactive map), the doubt remains.
