Keeping an eye on time
It’s time. Forget all that business about digital, and accurate to within two ticks of something’s tail. I want to go retro. I want to wind my clock every few days; if I let my duty slide, time will end. There. That should be enough to keep anyone on task.
And since time must be measured in a meaningful manner, and since we must be silent at least four times per hour, this is the clock I want. Consider it officially on my wish list.
Or this one (yes, look closely; there are differences)
Moving along. Wish this week would. Only Tuesday, huh? Three more long days at work before I can repose for a few moments. That must be my age showing. A few more aches than before. A certain awareness that my vision is fading (just like my vision for a better world, although I blame that on the political class). I know how to do many things, and I’ll probably never have the opportunity. My Whole Earth Catalogue collection will soon have to pass to someone younger. Someone literate, yet Google trained to get the updates that the publisher never completed.
Knowing that I’m not going to climb the Matterhorn, or swim with the sharks… if I were younger I’d feel sad. Now I feel resigned to my own mortality. There are others who can take my place. Likewise, at work. I am no longer the indispensible one in the compound. Truth be told, only the dog watches me (and that is due to my propensity for dropping food particles).
