I already know how late I am

As I was preparing my lunch, I passed through the kitchen of the Doghouse, as I so often do when constructing a meal. Upon my way I spied none other than our microwave, sitting, as our microwave usually does on our kitchen counter. Today however, I noticed something which I had never before noticed.

Our microwave doesn’t have a clock on it.

It has a little dial which you turn to the approximate time you require the microwave to be operational for. That is, assuming Jimi hasn’t been around recently and unplugged the microwave to plug his bass amp in. Even though there are at least 3 other available power points in the vicinity. The microwave also features a second dial with which you can select the power of the microwave, switching effortlessly between 800W, 600W, 400W and the ever exciting defrost mode.

Anyway. No clock on this microwave. No sir.

Which, after giving this a great deal of thought, I have decided is a good thing. I don’t need another object lying around telling me what time it is. Constantly reminding me just how damn late I am for something. I can already get the time from a huge number of places – my phone, the clock on the wall, my car, my boss calling to tell me I should have been at work 20 minutes ago, the watch I never wear.. the list is endless. I don’t need another set of numbers ordering me around, reminding me that I’m supposed to be going somewhere. Worse still, since the advent of daylight savings in Western Australia, each new timekeeping device I add to the collection requires the hour moved forwards or backwards twice each year. Why on earth would I want to create more work for myself? I just wanted to heat up my lunch. I never asked for any of this.

In other news the band heads out to York this weekend for songwriting and merrymaking and the next gig is looking like it will be Friday 4^th April at Swan Basement. More info as we get it.

– Broon

~ by broon on March 26, 2008.