I recently gave up on the idea that my trusty Pulsar watch was going to pull through and continue on this symbiotic journey that we have shared for so long. It has been consuming batteries the last two years at a tiresome rate and a month ago it began to have fits of start, run, then stop--abruptly. Refusing to resuscitate—period. And then, the next day lying askew on the kitchen counter grinning obstinately with the second hand sweeping once again with Pulsar symmetry. Of course, I would put it on, glance a few times, and satisfied that it was “working” go about my day routine. . . Only to discover two hours later that it had stopped running again. One hour and fifty one minutes ago!
A timepiece is like your heart—essential to life’s activities. Taken for granted until it stops.
So. “Parting is such sweet sorrow. . .” The watch was given to me by my wife of Penny’s jewelry salesperson fame. No doubt like the other two pieces of decent, precious, metal gimcrack that were on sale and right for the employee discount on a “steal”. They had a small relative cost that made the labor of “giving”, instead of receiving, easier to endure. Lucky me.
Before we divorced we were on the record setting path of being married longer than the previous two marital mistakes of mine combined. The Pulsar with its incremental bezel and integrated stopwatch solved many a time and distance problem for me while traveling or, more important, while dead reckon-navigating from land ho to an offshore destination surmised the night before over several single malt shooters chased with St. Pauli Girl. The Pulsar had trolled from Oregon Inlet to Key West. It steadily ticked off the glorious days of tranquility that ended too soon on Green Turtle Cay yet it didn’t falter as the Billfisher jumped lustily onto plane when we cleared the channel for the last time.
Together we zip lined and climbed the mountainous heights to experience same in Costa Rica. At the time, I was unknowingly in the early stages of heart collapse. The Pulsar knew I was out of step but it did not speak. Every time I looked, it tried desperately to show me what my heart should have been doing. However, on the other hand, my heart beat the rhythm like a one armed bongo player. When I did my qualifying night cross- country flight it glowed assuredly in the darkened cabin and pointed out my progress with time tracking reliability. Together we have caught many fish and endured hours of trying to catch fish. The Pulsar just kept on ticking and I am eternally (I should hope) grateful.
Fortunately, I suppose, the watch outlasted the record setting marriage, and the addition of the final marital mistake, too. I think the watch is as proud of that milestone as I—twenty five years and more.
Having given some thought to the impending demise of my long serving, now suffering faithful timekeeper, I will place it on the top of my dresser. There it will have soft ambient daylight and a view of the comings and goings of the dog and I, plus it will have my somnambulant company which also includes the dog, some nights.
This Pulsar is a made in Germany timepiece. Its replacement is a knockoff from China. Even Seiko Corp of America, headquartered in New Jersey, is a traitor to free world commerce and quality. It may outlive me but it won’t be by much. I will give the original the respect in its demise it deserves. It will be left to its own devices until it voluntarily stops re-starting. Then I will put it in my old jewelry box and let some curious relative or nursing type throw it away. The Chinese version will probably recycle itself. Case closed. Thanx for the memories.
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Dr. Carson didn't get a drab of mention in the follow up press re: the GOP pissing contest jockeyed by the "mouth" and highlighted by only two with sensible and articulate things to say that out paced the Nah-Nan-Nah Nah for over three hours. Carson wisely stayed out of the kindergarten melee yet adeptly jumped in when necessary.
These pole results were out just before the debate. Regardless the numbers placed him within reach of Mouthy both statisticly and poll wise. Cooler heads and smarter thought processes will win out. God Bless America!
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