by Lorraine Bartlett / Lorna Barrett / L.L. Bartlett
I noticed that. I mean, during every one of our conversations, she was looking down at her phone to see if there was something (or someone) more interesting than talking to me. Did I mention we're no longer close?
The last time I stayed at our cottage, I left my watch behind. OMG--I noticed it as soon as I got home and was distraught. What the heck was I do to without my watch??? I went the rest of the day constantly looking at my wrist and -- ACK! No watch! Then I did what I had to do. I dug into my jewelry box to find an old wind-up watch. I hadn't worn any of them in at least a decade and I know I have at least two of them, but where were they? Not in my jewelry box, that's for sure. But there was a watch in there--one that belonged to my late father. He passed away ten years ago next week, and I know the last few years of his life he wore a battery watch (I know because I bought it for him). But I wound the watch and it's been ticking ever since.
That still burns me up.
I think about my Mum and Dad every day. I still want to pick up the phone to call them. I look out my front door and can see the house they lived in for 15 years.
One of my readers suggested I get the band shortened so that I could wear the watch more comfortably. I'm seriously thinking about it.
In the meantime, I'll wear it. It just feels right.
Are you a watch person?