The clock on my wall is pretty much my closest friend here in my house lately. He's the only one who has stuck around for some time. He knows, I really do rely on him to keep me on track.
He's pretty diligent in his duties as a friend and guardian (self-appointed you understand) and keeps me ahead of the times running a little faster than all the rest. Every evening when I get home from work, he watches down as I get dinner ready and then log onto my computer and sit typing away madly, sometimes late into the night, and not at all perturbed that I'm not paying as much attention to the time he's trying to show me, but he is rather persistent. I'm sure he's smiling at the oddness of me laughing hysterically sometimes too as I type at my computer, but if he does, he keeps his laughter to himself, never judging me--at least not that I'm aware of! He even tries to get me to go to bed at a decent hour sometimes, the sounds of "tick tock, tick tock" growing louder as the silence of the night settles in. He even tries to rush me off to work every morning warning, "Rebecca, it's 7:45am! Time to start the car!" When really I have a few minutes to spare :-)
Yes, my clock on my living room wall has been a faithful friend, breaking the silence and providing a constant reminder, waving his hands around at me, letting me know time is passing, the world is changing, and I am a part of it.
No comments:
Post a Comment