I wear a wrist watch. A nice water-resistant Timex analog with a light-up dial. That’s all I need.
I do not need clocks on my radio or microwave or anything else that is going to flash 8888 if the power blinks and that needs to be reset twice a year.
Where I have been visiting, the clock next to my bed casts the digital time on the ceiling. I have enjoyed that, but I don’t want one.
Over at Mother’s, there must be a dozen clocks, from the grandfather in the living room to the multi-purpose digital instrument next to her bed.
This one somehow got disconnected briefly and needs resetting. This does not mean just turning a knob on its back to move the hands. It has no hands. But is has everything else — which also needs resetting. I believe “programming” is the correct term. That outdoor temperature, however, is correct.
It tells the day, month, year, temperature inside and out, has about a dozen pleasant white noise options (rain, thunder, summer night, ocean), two alarms, a radio, and it projects the time on the ceiling. I’m sure could make a smoothie if I just knew how to set it.
To set it, there is a book. Seriously? A book to set a clock! I told Joannie she could reset it when she gets home. She says it could be programmed to make a smoothie.
Children are no longer being taught to read analog clocks. That skill is no longer considered useful. Gone the way of cursive writing and arithmetic. Still, I bet any one of those children could program Mother’s clock with no problems.
