a tale of tails, tenacity, and tedium, as told by me, usually barefoot and bellowing

Friday, November 13, 2009

In My Bathroom...

It is always seven forty-five.  The clock has stopped and I keep forgetting to get batteries. 

In the living room it is 8:30 on one wall and 6:30 on another.  

The mantle clock of Mom and Dad's has stopped from Dad's last winding and I cannot find the key. It is an eight day clock and it chimes on every half hour.  I remember Dad winding it carefully, not too little and not too much.  I also remember Mom telling him to NOT wind the chimes.

In the kitchen, the wall clock is too tall and it is still set to day light savings time.  Two other clocks have died.

Do I have an adversion to timing my life or do I dream of a day when time does not matter?

Obviously, I love clocks.  I find myself drawn to them in a store and say to myself, no more clocks.  I have even made clocks.  I do not attend them properly so do I need to sell all my clocks or leave them frozen in time, as they are now?

One more random thought...I got an email that said, "We'll trample bright persimmons, while you kill and goldenrod is dust when dead."  Now this is a strange email like those you get to enlarge certain parts or make you a hot babe.  I read it again and strangely it sounded poetic to me.  I read it again and thought, I like this.

I read again and said, "Gail, you need to go to bed. You are really tired!"  Could it have something to do with the small glass of wine I had at my sister-in-law's or these strangers in my head?

5 comments:

Journaling Woman said...

I love clocks too, and I struggle also to keep them going...running like they should run. A clock everywhere, but I hear the call to buy another.

Bernie said...

I set almost all my clocks a little ahead of time except for one or two that I look at when I really really want to know what time it is. I do this so I won't be late. I am always running late to everything. I never think things will take as long as they do to get ready.

Bow I know we both just wrote each other so don't be in a hurry to write so I won't be behind again.

Breathe said...

My, have they begun to hire poets to get past spam filters?

The Green Stone Woman said...

You get very poetic spam and I guees you don't care much what time it really is, unless it is just another issue you can't deal with and you wish somebody else would do it.

Pat said...

How do you get anywhere on time? LOL! This sounds like a Twilight Zone episode... I guess we've all got to collect something, might as well be clocks!

I'm thinking it was the wine....

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