Seasons wait for your nod

I bought a calculator watch. Because I'm an adult who makes money, so I can. I've been on the hunt for a watch -- I had one briefly, a lovely chunky silver dress one I picket up spontaneously at Target and I remembered, oh yeah, I like watches. Except this was a piece of crap that broke in less than a week and I went to get my money back. She asked if I wanted to exchange it. 'Why? So it could break again?' I've been thinking about and looking at watches, whenever I'm in stores, passing by windows. I have one in the repair shop now I need to pick up this week, a watch that DYA gave me that belonged to her grandfather, but in an antiques-roadshow twist turns out its, well, an antique, that is probably worth a few hundred bucks. And it can't get wet. Like, at all. I will wear that watch sometimes, but I need to be more careful, I can't plunk down $75 every time it rains or a sweat sometimes. So I've been looking at watches. And I bought this calculator one online for cheap, its a timex, its silly and perfect and has a calculator. How often am I out in the world and needing a calculator? Very, very rarely. But who cares? It also tells time.

The real piece I want to save up for someday is one that connects to the radio waves of the pulsing atomic clock. I have often said I am somewhat of the human atomic clock, so this is perfect for me to be constantly synced up. To radio waves that get sent out across the world!!! If I think about it too much, its somewhat alarming to me, as well as cool. Except I might start getting into fights with people about what the 'real' time is. This atomic watch is especially amazing because it is large enough to do isometric exercise, but also because in the description it says it solar powered so the battery "never needs to be changed" but a few lines down in the specs it says battery life of 3 years. Dear diary, today I learned that: Never = 3 years. Write that down, it could come in handy later on in a discussion.

It's actually not just watches, it's lots of things on my wrists. I used to wear various 'bracelets', for lack of a better term, but then I just stopped for a year or so. Now I'm back to wearing leather cuffs, beads, straps, watches, checkered sweatbands, whatever. It feels both sensual and sturdy, like I'm both indulging and protecting the delicate parts. Curious, this latter feeling, given I have no particular history with my wrists. Other than occasionally feeling concerned about breaking them if I fall off a bike.

Today I checked out the "Strangers with Candy" dvd from the library. The chicago public library is fcking awesome. Maybe I'm biased because I know librarians who work for them in collections so I like to imagine that they personally ordered whatever it is that I'm excited about. I also went into two dozen stores in Wicker Park and didn't buy anything. Until I got downtown and found some socks on sale at Sears. Telling.

I'm leaving town on Friday. I am waking up in the middle of the night (4 am) to catch a flight and I'm so excited about the trip, I don't even care. CALIFORNA. Warm weather, mountains, ocean, sunshine, wine, my husband, my writing family. I will wear yellow and orange and swim in the hotel pool and be happy.

I am about to fall asleep. My pre-sleep, feeling-drunk-but-not, giddy mood is officially coming to a close. Commence shutdown.....