Change. You cannot avoid it.
I tried. I really tried! I tried to delay it or put it off as long as possible. I may have been in denial. I might have gotten angry. I may have tried
bargaining. I even sought professional help! I have been upset about it but I would not call it depression. Then it all happened in a second.
Now I only have acceptance as I've already been through the other 4 stages of grief. And around the Holidays.
You here, at the MetaCafe have been told the tales of a madman by the diarist himself. Me. I've been laughed at, consoled, ignored, pitied, have had
platitudes heaped upon my ways. But as I have mentioned, it could not last forever. Now, the moment had to come. Now that moment is frozen in time! To
mock me. To point a finger and laugh at me for being an idiot son that I am. In truth, I am ashamed.
A simple heart replacement. A few dollars spent. It was not much to ask for. But I, being stoic, some might say, unloving, or even cold, ignored the
desperate pleas of a friend, a companion. Now I am left to face the world, bare, naked, alone in an uncaring universe. Oh, I know she still loves me!
There is no doubt in that! And no doubt in my steadfast love for her! But we're are not talking about universe, we are talking about my constant
companion in my do-si-do around our little yellow star. From place to place... even being homeless... my companion. No complaints. No harsh
criticisms. No "I told you so." No tilt of the head and the Puhlleeze look. Holding my hand as I stepped into adventure after adventure. Even bearing
witness to my steps here on ATS.
My companion died last night, Sunday, November 16, at 6:02 PM.
I herby declare a minute of silence in remembrance.
Now technology is all around us. The constant harping is, "There's an app for that!" I know there is. But that is not the point! Or maybe that is
exactly the point I am trying to make! Everybody turns to their phone. Kicking, screaming, b1tching and moaning, I am being forced to accept the
future. An analog kid in a digital world! A continuous function in a discrete and GPS mapped world. Digital precision in the Age of Aquarius. I
shudder to think of what may become of me!
Hey, Yogi! What time is it? Yogi Berra, "You mean right now?"
The modern Zen master's words of certain enlightenment. Yogi Berra, I need you now!!
WTH are talking about TEOT??
Last Café, you heard me laughing about my hold back to a simpler era. Peeple even gave me grief upon hearing that I still wore a watch. A watch with
a dead capacitor that no longer stored my own kinetic energy to keep the second, minute, and hour hands moving. I would manually add time, usually 45
minutes or an hour, at a time. People I know would show me the precise time on their functioning watches to help me set mine!
Last night, it fell from my wrist onto the granite tiled floor in the bathroom shattering the face. I can no longer read the hands in the lower half
of the watch face.
I know. It is just a thing, an object. I object at that simplistic description! I have worn that watch every single day I have lived here in
Anchorage, Alaska. It was an extension of me in that it stored my body's movements to keep on ticking. It has been to the top of mountains. It has
been down rapids. I have hiked mountain ranges, biked up hills, kicked back beers in bars, the threat of sex and the battles of love, I have been
arrested wearing it! I graduated college, again, wearing it. I've lost it and walked around for half an hour looking for it. I slept with it and on
it! It has saved me on St. Patrick's Day when it was the only green item I happened to be wearing that day!
I put my jacket on this morning and automatically went to adjust my Velcro watchband that tends to stick on my coat and it was not there!
There is hope! I googled: seiko kinetic watch repair
There is a place. I will see how much it costs for a new face and capacitor. And shipping. Maybe my The Gift of the Magi for myself this
edit on 20-11-2017 by TEOTWAWKIAIFF because: none of you g-amn business! My watch died you heartless bastid!