This week’s edition of The Sunday Blog was entitled “Of Course It Can Wait”, which is about not being a prisoner of time, and not being “connected” all the time. Quite coincidentally, I made an observation of my own in that regard shortly after reading the blog.
First, a little background. If you have read this blog for any length of time, you will know that I have a tendency to be amused by the most trivial of issues. For example, there is my game of Grocery Voyeurism. I can’t help it–in the Ten Items or Fewer lane, I just want to know what you’re going to do with three heads of cabbage and seven cans of Pledge.
So while posting my last Bonnie Raitt video, I couldn’t help but notice that the keyboard player was wearing…a wristwatch. What? Does he have a dentist’s appointment he doesn’t want to be late for? Is there a certain time during the concert when his contract says he doesn’t have to play any more? Will he walk off the stage?
I personally haven’t worn a watch in 30 years or more. First, I was always losing them. Second, they annoy me. Actually all jewelry annoys me. I always wear earrings, but only because I have this notion that it looks dumb when you have holes in your ears with nothing in them.
These days if I want to know what time it is, I look at my cell phone (before the cell phone, I had a pager), or the computer, or the clock in my car. I used to rely to some extent on the clocks on my oven or microwave, but due to fairly frequent blips in the delivery of electricity, I got tired of resetting them. Therefore, it is always 88:88 in my house.
And don’t get me started on alarm clocks. They are the bane of modern civilization. I don’t need them anyway–I have dogs.