We have twelve clocks in our house, which means we have no idea what time it is. This clock says one thing, that clock says another, a third clock has a mind of its own. In fact, there is one clock that doesn’t even work at all, but is correct twice a day. What it all means is that we merely have a guesstimate as to the correct time.
Earl occasionally tells me I should time all the clocks to a cell phone, since it seems to have the most accuracy. So a couple times a year I go from clock to clock and do that. I bring my cell phone along and set each of the twelve to the hour and minute as well as I can. But they have minds of their own.
Why do we have so many clocks when they don’t coordinate? Well, some of them are decorative; others are more functional. The decorative ones include several gifts from friends and family that have sentimental value; the functional ones are attached to fancy ovens and microwaves and coffee makers. And neither the twain shall meet.
I’ve handled the situation by choosing one of the twelve clocks to be my guide. I follow it and disregard the others. If my chosen clock says it’s five o’clock, then I take it as fact. I don’t check it out with the other eleven, or else I might go crazy. And that’s how I know what time it is. As I post this, it is 9:03 PM on Sunday, January 11, 2009.
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