True to my goal to get more in touch with my creative self while at the same time using as many eclectic projects as possible, yesterday I finished a clock. It was actually very quite simple in design and execution. I didn’t put any numbers on it, and bought a movement that was basically ready to go. Here is a photo of the finished project:
The picture doesn’t quite do it justice, as the light parts actually have a more stained look than what the photo shows. But you get the idea. Basically I took the plaque and placed masking tape in the cross shape to help signify the 3,6,9, and 12 positions. Then I put a couple of coats of stain over it. When that was dry I took the tape off and applied another couple of coats before placing the movement and the hands.
As I was doing the project I was thinking about how I have always been fascinated with clocks and watches. I think that it has something to do with being able to measurably observe something that is for the most part intangible. The other reason is probably my preoccupation with time itself. I probably spend more time than is necessary thinking about the past, either reminiscing about happy moments or dwelling in the memories that I wish I could change. In perhaps a meta sense of time, I can remember the particular watch that I would wear daily from junior high school on. The first had a baseball player that was waving his bat back and forth as if waiting for a pitch, while a baseball circled around as the second-hand. In high school an all metal that was black with gold-colored accents. Through the years I have worn watches that are fancy, and ones that are simple. My current go to is a classic looking Timex. Tells the time, day and date. What more could you really ask for?
Of course, having more than my share of anxiety, clocks and watches also are a gauge to the ever approaching future. For whatever reason, I hate being late. I will get to places extra early, just so I don’t have to worry about it.
I wear a watch at all times, really the only exception being when I am in the shower. The funny thing is that I have an excellent internal clock. From the moment that I wake up a few minutes before the alarm goes off, throughout the day I would probably be able to tell you what time it was within 15 minutes without looking anywhere. Yet I can’t divorce myself from the habit of wearing a watch. If I don’t have one on, I feel quite uncomfortable, even when I consider I can simply check my cell phone or computer for the time. I think that I would be able to if I could quit worrying about what time it isn’t.
THURSDAY FUN: Music favorites
I Got a Name, Jim Croce