On my way to class, I look
at my watch. 8:05am. I left my house at 7:55am and I’m almost
there. Even with less traffic on a
holiday weekend, there is no way I could take a crosstown bus and then a subway
five stops and have it take ten minutes. I just had the battery on my watch replaced
two weeks ago. Either the battery is defective, or worse, the watch needs to be repaired. I’ll know in a week when Chopard gives me an
estimate.
In class, I take my
glasses out of their case. They look like this:
I wear them throughout class and look ridiculous. Later, I go to my eyeglass place
and learn they cannot be repaired. I now need new glasses, new lenses, and I may as well get an eye exam as I think
my current prescription needs to be updated.
I meet my mother who is back
in the city for a final fitting on the gown she’s wearing to Jason and Amanda’s
wedding. She notices that the lefthand strap on the tote I
use to transport my heavy book and notebook back and forth to class is unattached.
I hate when things
break. Especially things that require
replacement or repair. I mean, I could
live with one less plate. But not my
tote. Not my eyeglasses. And definitely not my watch.
My sister and Abbey meet Alexander, my mom and me for dinner at Atlantic Grill. It's a nice end to an annoying day.
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