If I were to start listing all the things he has given me I would be writing for years but this post is about just one of the things. I think, I was 12 but I might have been 13 when we gave me a Timex watch that I had been admiring. I loved it. It was a little big for me as it was an adults watch and even though I'm sure I wore it to death but it kept ticking.
I was recently going through my drawer of special things, yes I do actually have some special sentimental things and I saw it. I picked it up and wound it but nothing happened, I shook it but still nothing. I sadly placed it back in the drawer, DEAD.
A couple of weeks ago Lily saw and with out me registering what she was doing, wound it all the way up, all the way. Urgh. I was pretty mad. I tried and tried to get it to budge but nothing. Dead and buried this time. Nothing kills a watch faster than being over wound.
|It even says, right there on the can, frees sticky mechanisms.|
It just makes me smile. I dont wear it, I suppose I could , white watches are trendy again. But it reminds me of Uncle John and it still works and that's good enough for me.