. . . to the paradise garden." [ Chez No's backyard, last night] Been laid up for the better part of the week with gout, and recuperating at my parent's place since. (It's a single-story house, among other advantages.) Unable to walk comfortably for more than a minute; went into the backyard for a b
. . . to the paradise garden."
[Chez No's backyard, last night]
Been laid up for the better part of the week with gout, and recuperating at my parent's place since. (It's a single-story house, among other advantages.) Unable to walk comfortably for more than a minute; went into the backyard for a breath of fresh air before nightfall yesterday.
As I was gazing at the sky and trees, and listening to the songbirds, it occurred to me one of the reasons those of us drawn to vintage watches prefer them is because they remind us that the passage of time permits us to reflect on our personal as well as mankind's troubles. Since the early '40s, there have been World wars, cold wars, revolutions, recessions, civil strife, plagues, natural disasters, and the like.
The vintage Omega on my wrist . . .
. . . has been serving timekeeping duty since 1944.
It's not only a watch; not just a mechanical marvel. It's a source of no small amount of comfort.
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