Clocks and Calendars
Clocks and Calendars--they're in nearly every room of my house. I am obsessed with date and time. As a matter of fact, I've always kept close track of what time it was and what the date was. But I suppose most of us are if we are functioning within some kind of framework of time. It might be bad to show up to work on the wrong days. Although if things were like they were at the last job I held, nearly every day was a work day except in slower times of the year. And as the years went by, times got slower. That's why they closed down my branch and put me out to pasture.
|Clocks above the main entrance to Flinders Street Station in Melbourne. The clocks show train departure times for various lines. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)|
I probably look at the calendars several times a day which is probably weird because it's not like the day is suddenly going to change and I won't notice. Sometimes if I take a midday nap (which I usually do) I might wake up and have to think about what day it is. Sometimes I'll check the calendar as though that would really tell me. Fortunately those moments of time disorientation are brief as my groggy mind awakens.
In our house, clocks are even more visible than calendars. Some rooms have as many as four clocks. At least ones that are immediately obvious. It seems like many appliances now have clocks built into them somewhere. Some of those I could preset if I had a mind to--like my coffeemaker. Freshly brewed coffee could be waiting for me in the morning if I so desired. But I don't have a mind to prepare my coffee the night before.
Each of our four land phone extensions has a clock. I probably check those for the time as much as anything. They must be set according to phone company time or something. I never have to set those clocks and they change automatically when the time changes come. Too bad all our clocks don't change like that. Most of the clocks I have to go around and change manually. Thank goodness those changes only come twice a year. I'd rather there be no change. That is, no change in time.
Clocks and calendars keep track of my days and all that come in between days. Perhaps I am like a slave to those measurement devices. Time will likely always matter to me as long as live. It's something that's built into modern people--even people in the past. If there ever comes a day when time doesn't matter then I will assume that on that day life will no longer matter either.
Time paces my days. Days measured with clocks and calendars.
Does your house have a lot of calendars and clocks? Are you a clock watcher? Do you have a favorite clock in your home?