I was going to post this last weekend, but thought it was stupid and pointless.
But then I figured Hell, Jon - ALL of your blog posts are stupid and pointless.
So here it is.
If nothing else, I'm consistent.
I absolutely refuse to turn my clocks back an hour for Daylight Saving Time.
It always complicates my intricately annoying lifestyle, upsets my inner sleep rhythm (whatever the heck that is), and subjects me to acute psychological trauma and confusion for months.
There are times when I don't sufficiently recover until spring - when we are suddenly forced to turn our clocks ahead an hour. By then my emotional stability is completely destroyed.
You didn't think I had emotional stability, did you?
If you want to play the brutal mind game of reversing time, by all means do it.
As for me - the only thing I consistently turn back is my age.
Just for the heck of it, I grabbed my El Cheapo camera and photographed all the clocks that are cluttering my abode.
They will remain blissfully unmolested.
I'm not about to mess with time.
My favorite clock. I bought this for my Mother long ago.
I don't purposefully collect clocks - - they just seem to follow me around.
This miniature grandfather clock is less than five feet tall. I used to keep it in my bedroom when I lived in Texas. Now it's in a tiny spare room.
Who the heck would ever buy a bear clock?? Probably some weird redneck hermit who lives in rural Tennessee.
Who would ever buy a Halloween clock? Probably the same kind of weirdo who would buy a bear clock...
(the top of this clock is missing - I don't know what happened to it)
A clock in my bedroom
A clock in the kitchen
Another clock in my kitchen. This adorable vintage Kit Kat was a gift from a generous blogger. Thank you R.T. from Retired in Delaware.
A clock on my antique desk
Last night I dug through my closet and finally found my hunter's clock, which was packed away for years.
It's very heavy. I propped it up on a book to take the photo. It looks better in real.
Well, I think it's time to say adieu....
