I also got my watch battery replaced yesterday. We took a pleasant stroll to the watch repair shop (with a pit stop for cantaloupe bubble tea), walked into the ammonia-filled workroom, and walked out 4 minutes later with a slight buzz and a working timepiece. My sister and her then-boyfriend had given me this cute little Fossil watch when I was maybe 16. It disappeared somewhere within a couple years, and was forgotten about shortly after. Years later, I got a call from my dad, who had just had the roof of my childhood home replaced. The roofers had found, in the leaf-jammed rain gutters, my watch, still ticking away, without a scratch or rust spot in sight. If a watch can survive me, you know it's a quality one.
Saturday, June 9, 2012
Checking Off the List
One of my favorite things to do is knocking out silly little tasks that get ignored indefinitely (yet I'll leave a sink-full of dishes for a week, go figure). Last night, it was WD-40ing the door hinges. Our place was built in 1906, and while I love it, the squeal of our old paint-crusted hinges drives me up the wall, especially when I'm trying to get ready quietly so Joe can sleep in. It took about 2 1/2 minutes, and now I can sneak around our apartment like a ninja. It's the little things.
I also got my watch battery replaced yesterday. We took a pleasant stroll to the watch repair shop (with a pit stop for cantaloupe bubble tea), walked into the ammonia-filled workroom, and walked out 4 minutes later with a slight buzz and a working timepiece. My sister and her then-boyfriend had given me this cute little Fossil watch when I was maybe 16. It disappeared somewhere within a couple years, and was forgotten about shortly after. Years later, I got a call from my dad, who had just had the roof of my childhood home replaced. The roofers had found, in the leaf-jammed rain gutters, my watch, still ticking away, without a scratch or rust spot in sight. If a watch can survive me, you know it's a quality one.
I also got my watch battery replaced yesterday. We took a pleasant stroll to the watch repair shop (with a pit stop for cantaloupe bubble tea), walked into the ammonia-filled workroom, and walked out 4 minutes later with a slight buzz and a working timepiece. My sister and her then-boyfriend had given me this cute little Fossil watch when I was maybe 16. It disappeared somewhere within a couple years, and was forgotten about shortly after. Years later, I got a call from my dad, who had just had the roof of my childhood home replaced. The roofers had found, in the leaf-jammed rain gutters, my watch, still ticking away, without a scratch or rust spot in sight. If a watch can survive me, you know it's a quality one.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment