Watching Out

I have a watch that I love and have had for over 30 years, which in my opinion is pretty cool. I got it for middle-school graduation and have kept it since, and the thing still works beautifully. It's a heavy diving watch by Seiko and I wanted it because I grew up a surfer, and every good surfer in California has something like it. The thing has withstood the test of time and is a testament to Seiko quality.

The last time we were in LA visiting my mom, she noticed that I was still wearing it and this was, in her eyes, cause for consternation. Consequently, she went out and bought me a new one. Now in years past, I would have put up a fight and protested vehemently - I love my watch, and she's the one that gave it to me! But as R is always telling me, don't make a stink, my mom wants to do something nice for me, so I should just go with it and show the proper appreciation. So I am.

Truth be told, the watch she sent is really nice. It's another Seiko, but a fancy one, and I think N already has his eyes set on it. Now I have a fancy watch to go with my macho surfer one, and best of all, it's not a dainty fancy watch, but a manly one. I have to maintain my real-man in training image, right?

Until the next time, thanks for reading, and thanks to Nicola Belliti for the pic.