Clock Watching

Just bought one of those cat clocks with the eyes that go back and forth and the wagging tail. I always wanted one of those. It's a remake so it wasn't expensive. Bought it at this clock and watch repair shop down in the village. The place has been there forever and I fear one day I'll walk by it and it will be gone and a Starbucks, HSBC, or Jamba Juice will be up in its place.

Mind you, I frequent two of the three above-mentioned chains, but that doesn't mean I want them on every corner. No, this won't be another corporate gentrification rant. I really just wanted to blog about the clock and all the cool old clocks they had in this place. I used to be obsessed with clocks. I wish I'd collected them. Always thought it would be cool to have an apartment filled with them or a ton of them hanging on my walls.

The clock thing is probably tied to my whole obsession with the 50s and 60s. I like wind-up clocks. I like phones that ring. Heck, I had a rotary phone well into the 1990s and now I wish I still had it.

Anyway, the cats aren't too sure what to make of the clock. I'm hoping they don't knock it down and bat it across the floor.

Hot and humid today but not as bad as I thought. No thunderstorms yet. Softball game Sunday is early so we should avoid any storms tomorrow because usually they come in late afternoon.

Going to head out to diner soon and read the book review or something. OK, this is a really exciting post. Well, I'll look back on it one day and say that wasn't such a bad day after all.