This past Saturday night, Number Guy's bagpipe band was hosting a fund-raiser. It was really more of a couples event, so we enlisted the babysitting services of the local grandma for the evening.
When I got undressed for my shower, I took off my watch and tossed it onto my dresser. I clearly remember it being on something off-white. In the last-minute rush to get out the door, I didn't think about putting my watch back on my wrist. Later that evening, I went to check the time and realized that I was not wearing a timepiece. No worries, though, I had my cell phone on me so I checked that and I knew that I'd put the watch on my dresser.
Sunday morning came and I looked for my watch. It wasn't on my dresser. I decided that I would look for it after church. I tore apart the bedroom and could not find my watch. I resigned myself to the fact that it would surface in a day or so...
Fast-forward to Wednesday evening...
I was thoroughly sick of not having my watch. My watch was one of those digital jobs which was all programmable and stuff. It was set to beep at me just before Neatnik's school bus is due to arrive. Being a digital device with a largish display, it also was responsible for informing me of the month, date, and day of the week.
I was starting to feel that I was either a victim of alien abduction or a patient with dissociative identity disorder, what with the missing time phenomenon spiraling about me. Something had to be done.
I ransacked searched the entire bedroom again. After pulling out my dresser, I sneezed mightily. The dust bunnies had had a population explosion back there.
I stripped the bed and shook out each sheet, blanket, and pillow case. The bed had been wearing off-white sheets, you understand.
This morning, I went to the store with an older watch needing a simple leather strap and battery to be functional. They had no straps. They did have a newer version
Neantik had a playdate this afternoon. Her classmate's mom and I were shooting the breeze and we somehow got on the topic of stuff getting lost. As I was telling the mom how I lost my watch in my bedroom and the measures I had taken to locate it, my fears of alien abduction and multiple personality disorder, and the subsequent securing of a replacement personal clock, Neatnik came sprinting down from her bedroom.
She had found my watch in her Ugg-ish boot, which was on top of my dresser Saturday evening, and
Oh, well, the old watchband was starting to show significant signs of wear and the keeper was nearly broken through anyway...
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If you hadn't purchased the new watch, the old one would never have reappeared.
What Chris said. That's how it works around here, too. lol
Your new watch really tempts me. I have a very old Casio, but I can hardly bear to replace it because it has a calculator. I use that almost more than anything else.
Gillian
I agree with Chris. Plus, it's a good watch. I had one of those (in yellow) for a long time and loved it.
Not locating something so essential ~ when you know it has to be somewhere ~ is maddening. What I despise is when I look the exact same place two or three times as if to say "ok, appear."
I'm pretty sure you can wear those in the shower. ;) I say that because I rarely ever take mine off.... :D
Heck, I can even wear it in the pool and have. Just don't like soap under the band.
I know how you feel being attached to your watch. And the intellectual bug that gets to you when you can't find something.
My sense of time is gone. By my count, it should be next Tuesday. Or last summer. It's one of those. Maybe I should check my boot for a watch. And I'd love a pink one!
Haha! I misplace stuff all the time. It's why I had to put a hook on the wall by the door for my car keys and purse. I have spent many a morning madly searching for my keys.
What's even more annoying is when you look in the same place four times and the fourth time it appears, pretending it was there all the time.
After my divorce I stopped wearing a watch completely. I am no longer "on the clock" and making sure everything runs smoothly. It was something that I did to help keep his depression at bay...letting go of time was incredibly freeing! (Plus, my kids are 18 & 12 and have phones to call me when they need me.)
However, IF I were in the market for a watch, your pretty pink one might be tempting. ;-)
I still believe there is a hole in the space-time continuum that sucks up things like Mont Blanc pens, watches, and saxophones (yep--we actually lost one of those). The fact that it reappeared in Neatnik's boot was just to throw you off the trail.
I often have that with things I'm knitting that disappear.
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