“The hours of folly are measured by the clock; but of wisdom, no clock can measure.”

The sun was out when I woke up but has since disappeared. The sky is cloudy but no rain is predicted. It is cold and will stay cold all day. I am going out later to visit friends giving me a new record, four days out in a single week.

My bird feeders need filling. This morning a bright red cardinal, a bright yellow goldfinch and my favorite little chickadees were at the feeder eating the last few sunflower seeds.

I can’t find Henry’s halter, his harness. It has been on the floor so he’ll get familiar with it and not go crazy when I put it on him. I have looked all over downstairs. Its disappearance is driving me crazy.

This morning I watched a YouTube video filmed in Ghana. An American was visiting for the first time and was touring Makola Market. He mispronounced Accra and says Ghanians. The Ghanaian with him was far too polite to correct him. I screamed at the TV a few times. I wished it was two way.

I keep losing track of which day of the week it is. All my days are so similar I sometimes have to check the masthead of the paper.

When I was a kid, I got a Cinderella watch for my first communion. I was seven. My aunt had taught me to tell time, and she was the giver of my wonderful gift. I remember Cinderella wore a blue gown and was the background of the watch face. The strap too was blue, a light blue. I used to look at my watch with a flourish so everyone would see Cinderella on my wrist.

I still prefer an analog watch. I have a few of them, all of which need batteries. My favorite was a 50th birthday present from my mother. The watch has a red leather strap and silver around the face. The only time I wear a watch is when I travel, when time sometimes matters, but I never wear that watch; instead, I wear my least expensive time piece in case I lose it or break it or have it stolen. I wear my Timex with gold numbers. It is at least thirty years old.

When I was in Uruguay, I got on an elevator at my hotel which already had a male passenger. I was wearing my watch. He pointed first at my wrist then at my pocket. He wanted me to put my watch away. I remember before I left for my trip my father kept trying to get me to stay home. He told me South America was too dangerous. He said he knew a woman who knew a different woman who had been there. Her arm, the second woman’s, was dangling out a window when all of a sudden a thief grabbed her hand and cut off her finger to get her ring. To say I was skeptical was an understatement. I came home with my watch and an intact arm.

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2 Comments on ““The hours of folly are measured by the clock; but of wisdom, no clock can measure.””

  1. Bob Says:

    Hi Kat,

    I can’t imagine not having a watch. I’m a person who looks at my watch at least once an hour or more frequently to confirm the time. These days I have clocks on my iPhone, iPad and my work computer. I guess this obsession with time is connected to being a pilot. Time is an integral part of navigation and having enough fuel to complete the flight. I always told my students to never rely on the airplane’s fuel gauges but to use the clock against fuel consumption per hour for accuracy. It drives my spouse nuts when she asks me if I’m hungry and I look at my watch. 🙂

    My father used to buy no name, cheap, Swiss watches from his customers for he and I to wear. Every jewelry store would carry them and the manufacturer would put whatever brand the store wanted on the face. Usually they chose French sounding names. They were analog dials with stainless steel cases, 17 jewels and manual windup movements. When they stopped working after a couple of years he would throw them in the trash and pull another one out of the drawer. 🙂

    My father sold a line of watches for awhile and he gave me a chronograph watch which made me look more like a pilot. It was large and had several dials on the face which I hoped would attract woman in night clubs. Eventually it died and the watch maker wanted too much money to repair it. Then, I started buying cheap digital watches. For the last couple of years I have been wearing a Chinese knockoff Rolex GMT Master. It’s starting to have problems and is destined for the dead watch drawer. My next watch is going to be an Apple Watch. That way I can check my EKG hourly along with the time in several foreign cities. This way I can make sure that I’m still alive. 🙂

    Today is cloudy and cool with a high expected around 59°. The rain is gone for today.

    • katry Says:

      Hi Bob,
      I’d be with your spouse. The connection between a watch and food is tenuous at best! I had to wear a watch in Africa as my classrooms had no clocks, and I needed to keep my lesson paced. I just make sure I’m where I need to go on time.

      I have that birthday watch, another I was given when I retired and a couple I picked up along the way. I had one attached to the inside of my backpack just in case. I should bring them all to a jeweler to have new batteries put in just in case.

      I don’t want a watch which does more than tell time. My Timex was a favorite of mine. It had a black band and Roman numerals. I wore that as my every day watch when last I wore one. It worked forever.

      I just got home from visiting with friends. My gas gauge warned me I was driving on fumes, but it was too cold to stop. I figured tomorrow will be just fine.


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