Monday, March 11, 2013

Tick-Tock Shock

I was floored to have missed a train from Connecticut back into the city, by less than 5 minutes, this weekend. I thought I’d timed it perfectly, but wound up standing outside the station with the smokers for half an hour, waiting for a second chance in the sunshine. Smokers tend to be great live-and-let-live conversationalists. Connecticut Yankees too. Both groups have been effortlessly impressing me, when I least expect it, for as long as I can remember.

I didn’t realize it was another Daylight Savings weekend until 9:52, which was actually 10:52, yesterday morning. No one reminds me in advance anymore. I went to high school with a kid who came late to class because nobody in her family had known it was time to set the clocks forward. I’m like them now.

My wrist watch has been trying to find itself lately, pushing for more independence by the month. Long ago, I was in an elevator with someone who wore an identical one.

“Does yours ever stop and then randomly start back up again?” she asked.  

“What? Never,” I said. “I swear by this thing.”

When I reached out to forward it from 9:52 to 10:52 yesterday, it hadn’t even bothered to hit 9:52 yet. Softly ticking away, as if it were still 9:14, it slowed time down for a while, after having treated itself to a little breather. I applaud that ploy - to a point. I don’t know how old a 7-year-old watch is in human years, but I’ve read The Alchemist and recognize the importance of heeding omens. This year, I’m upgrading to something Swiss.

3 comments:

  1. I guess Daylight Savings means that Summer is around the corner for you... which I'm sure is good-ish news. We don't have DS here. Same crap, same time, every day.

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  2. It might be fun to write a series of stories centered around the mishaps attending the days on which we spring forward and fall back.

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  3. That person in the elevator jinxed you.

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