A couple of posts back, I wrote about my new Business Coach, about wanting to organize my time and life, and how I planned to go out to buy an alarm clock that would add an extra hour to every day. Well, the clock I bought (very cheap, by the way) quit working an hour after I had set it and fallen asleep. I awoke in the middle of the night, checked the time, and it was only five minutes to twelve. Wait a minute! I was sure I’d been asleep much longer than that. So I cross-referenced the time on my cell phone and, sure enough, it was actually 3:30 a.m. I turned off the alarm and fell back to sleep, waking at my usual six o’clock. The Canada goose that lives on the lawn next to my building seems to be in exact sync with me as he generally begins honking at six, once the morning rush hour begins, in an attempt to defend his mate’s nest from the intrusion of all those nasty vehicles.
I reset the new clock once I was up, checked it an hour later and, Drat! It had quit working again. So I took it back to the store later in the day and got a refund. (Conveniently, it was enough cash to buy a cider at Schooner’s this afternoon when I go there to hear Tom Phillips and his Men of Constant Sorrow.) But what was this telling me? That the alarm clock I’d purchased, hoping it would signal a new, more organized me (or that it would at least help me add more time to my days) was actually making time stand still? Okay, maybe it was just that I got a bum clock, is all it really meant…
But that had happened before. I’d bought a travel alarm, digital, when I first moved back to Canada, got it on sale at a Radio Shack store that promptly closed down about a week later (which was probably why the clock was so cheap in the first place) and I had never been able to get it to work properly, nor could I return it for a refund. I’d packed it back into the little box and the box into a bag full of other electronic and battery-operated bits and pieces that I’ve lugged around with me since then in various moves over the past few years, figuring that – eventually – the battery would run down. When I was looking for AA batteries for this new alarm clock I bought on Thursday, I hauled the plastic bag out of the closet and discovered this little travel alarm that had been seemingly stuck on the same time, yet was still digitally flashing at me. Last night, once again alarm-clock-less after returning the new one, a beeping sound awoke me at midnight. It took a few moments to realize it was the original travel alarm that had not gone back into the closet. The beeping stopped after a minute and I went back to sleep.
So this morning, after I’d done my usual routine of first pouring a cup of hot coffee down my throat while catching up on overnight e-mail and Facebook postings, I rifled through the plastic bag and pulled out the tiny box. The digits were flashing 12:00 at me. So the battery is still working, after three years of flashing 12:00 and, presumably beeping the alarm every night at midnight. I had a closer look at the clock. It was still showing the correct time. I reset the alarm and, miracle of miracles!, an hour later and the clock is still showing the correct time, and is now flashing its little heart out on the nightstand next to my bed. I have it set for what my friend Darcie would consider an ungodly hour of 4:55 a.m., and plan to give it a whirl tomorrow morning. If this works, I’ll be dressed and out the door by 5 to begin walking for an hour. Just like I did when I lived in Toronto, unfortunately though without the Beach-boardwalk as my walking platform, but an almost-as-good riverside pathway to stroll instead.
And the bonus of this little travel alarm? It doesn’t tick out the seconds, anxious and loud, as the other analog clock did that I had to return to the store. Maybe there was a reason for that clock stopping. I didn’t need the audible reminder that time was passing me by.
So I’m now wondering if there’s any point in pulling out the digial, cheap-ish, camera that quit working after a year. Come to think of it, that probably quit at about the same time the guarantee ran out. I’m in money-saving-mode at the moment. Perhaps there’s a chance this camera, too, can be fixed so I won’t need to buy a new one… But then, come to think of it, if the Rapture does happen today, as predicted, there won’t be much use for either digital cameras, or alarm clocks, will there?