Saving Time

Saturday night I set about turning my clocks back and by the time I had finished, the extra hour was gone. I'm sort of joking here.

Maybe Alyce was right. I began to think it a silly thing to have so many clocks. I'm not really a clock watcher. But I seem to be a person who makes strange purchases. Like, at one time, I bought sets of stainless steel flatware. Nowhere near as many as my clocks. Don't ask me why, because I don't really know.

I have to stop myself at Costco so I don't buy more laundry detergent, and I'm pretty sure I have at least a year's supply of dishwasher soap and paper towels and Kleenex and toilet paper. Maybe a year's supply of chocolate chips, too, even though I don't make cookies much any more. And we needn't go into the matter of plastic containers.

And so, as I re-hung the downstairs bathroom clock, I came to see it as simply another supply, a lifetime supply of clocks. Just in case of something.

I wonder, does this fall into the to each his own, there's no accounting for taste categories?

Anyway, I thought it all over, briefly, and realized that I have no current intention of getting rid of any of the clocks. I also realized, again, that I am kind of a strange person.

Then I thought, "It's my house, my clocks, not such a bad thing and no big thing, and, besides, no one cares," so I went to bed. Then I got up and changed all my watches.