You must think I'm crazy... I just realised all the clocks around our house.
To me keeping track of time is not something negative. I'm thinking some of you may think it's unsetteling knowing the time all the time but to me (and to Martin too) it's the opposite. Instead of wondering if there's enough time we know we can spend the extra few minutes in the bathroom should we want/need to or sometimes know when to rush in able to catch that particular bus.
I so need to get a prettier clock radio for the bedroom. This yellowed white one was passed on to me by my mom as she got a new better/prettier one. We've used it for years, but seeing it here in this photo makes me want to update. It still works though and I'm used to waking up by it so I guess it stays. For now.
In the livingroom on the shelf behind my favourite armchair is this clock. Since there's something wrong with the clock on the DVD player we're used to looking at this one behind us instead.
On the little glass shelf in the tiny upstairs bathroom we keep this one.
An exactly the same one (I am a bulk shopper when I find something I like) is sitting on the glass shelf in the downstairs bathroom.
One more. It's in the laundry room on the tiled shelf next to the savon Marsellie.
Would you believe it? There's a clock in the garage/workshop too.
And of course an exactly the same one on the outside on the garage door.
Like I said, knowing what time it is makes us 1) More often on time 2) More relaxed 3) More aware of what's important, simply by realising all projects take a lot of time and at a certain point it's just time to stop. At our house, on weekends that usually means we stop at around 5 pm to shower, eat dinner and relax. At least in theory, I sometimes work way past that time and am too pooped afterwards to appreciate what I've accomplished. Less is sometimes more even in this respect.
