I glanced at my left wrist and panicked. My watch! The lone elastic hair-tie wouldn’t tell me the time. In my haste to change pocketbooks for my day in New York City during the power outage, I’d left my watch in the other handbag. I’d taken it off earlier in the morning before my yoga class, storing it safely in the zippered inside pocket of my everyday brown bag. I’d switched to a larger tote-like bag for the day, roomier to carry magazines, camera, and other items I don’t need daily.
I’m old-school. I wear a watch instead of using my phone to know the time and prefer wind-up fashion watches to digital.
My inexpensive digital sports watch, which I wear running and cycling, seems to have a mind of its own, beeping in the middle of the night. Forget about changing it for Daylight Savings Time. The instructions alone are too tiny for me to read, let alone decipher.
My first watch was a Timex, bought by my parents as a present. My mother still wears Timex. During a recent visit, she needed to go to the Timex Outlet store to have batteries replaced in two watches. For $6 a year, she buys a contract that replaces the watch batteries on all the watches. I think she has two. Seems like a real deal.
Over the years, I’ve amassed a collection of watches, many gifts from my sister, art finds from museum gift stores, and one she beaded herself. I selected watches to match outfits, like bracelets, earrings and shoes, and pay about $7 to replace batteries in each.
That was then.
I’ve gone solar. I have a Citizen Eco-Drive watch that doesn’t need batteries replaced. Environmentally –friendly, it uses the sun for power, converting light into electrical energy, which is stored in a rechargeable cell.
I’ll wear the others until their batteries expire. Then they’ll sit in the drawer until I can part with them- either donate to a thrift shop or sell on eBay.
I wonder, how many people can do that?