November 29, 2008
The Tooth of Time
Cindy bought me a new watch. She was looking at some that were very expensive, but then thankfully asked me about my preferences–and I selected a lovely Timex on sale for less than $30 that sports the three features I most desired: clearly visible numbers for each hour; a little window displaying the date; and the push-in-the-stem-and-the-dial-lights-up feature. It’s a lovely blue light it makes and I’m delighted. Anyway–it came with something else I take to be powerful in magical qualities. The watch was packed with a little white plastic tooth holding the stem in a position that stopped time until bought and removed. I have saved this bit, and now have it in a place of honor befitting its nature (see beneath the fold).
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Daryl, you are going to be playing with that blue light all night long.
Can you put the tooth back in if you want to stop time again?
That shelf bears powerful juju, Scrogginses.
Remember my namesake (Or is it I am his?) John Cameron Swayze? “It takes a lickin’ and keeps on tickin’.”
Ricky Cameron, if you don’t beat all!
I’m changing my name to Sheila Cameron Swayze.
Sheila
I’ve heard my mother utter those exact words on more than one occasion. (Usually, I was in trouble.)
Ricky Cameron, I’m counting to ten!
Mom tried counting to ten once, she made it to about three.
I’m not sure if that’s a comment on your mother’s intelligence or her fury.
If the former, a tip: that’s the kind of comment you make about someone else’s mother.
I suspect the latter, that Ricky’s mama put the Fear into him!
If the former, though, I agree. Best not to say.
Yes, the latter. Her inability to get past three more likely hangs on my taking an ill-advised dare (from my brother) to test her.