December 09, 2011 – Calendar
I’ve developed a fascination with things, tracking time when I was still a child.
This little device belonged to my grandfather since 1969, he carried it everywhere for 21 year.
I used to play with it for hours: it was my own pocket Time Machine!
I was so sad when 1991 came.
My father never tosses old calendars, he keeps them to use again later, when the right time comes.
I have to admit that I’ve stashed a few myself.
I love watches, it seems to go in family.
Both my grandfathers had several, my father has 4, even my mother owns 3 by now.
In time I expect to have a collection of my own.
I have some very specific requirements though: not-thin bracelet and hours marked with indexes.
For long periods in my life i’ve worn watches on both hands.
It started in school, when my father tried to fight my inclination to wear a watch on my right hand.
“Show me your hand!” – he demanded when I would come by to visit.
I dutifully showed him the “right” left hand.
He never got to think to check another…
I’m only truly naked when my watch is removed.
The act of its removing is both amusing and somewhat symbolic.
Not to be forgotten, that all of those are traits of a person who easily forgets what day it is and actually needs a reminder about his own birthday.
But thanks to this 42-years old gadjet I always knew I was born on Monday.