I’ve heard of stamp collectors, coin collectors and even those thingamajig thumb protectors for sewing, oh yeah, thimble collectors, but never knew there was such an animal as a clock collector. My husband, bless his charming taste, collects clocks. We now have them in every style and color, hiding out in special spots in our home. We even have an atomic clock that resets itself for daylight savings time and keeps running during a power outage. The only thing it can’t survive is me in the kitchen. The minute I turn on the ceiling fan, the dumb thing goes haywire. The only way to reset it is to put a little clock that comes with it in the window so it can do an about face.
This clock also gives the date, day, temperature, barometer and time in hours, minutes and seconds. Let me see. There are six clocks in our bedroom; two blue, one silver, one red, and two white. Surer than my hair is graying, one of them is bound to go off in the middle of the night. When I try to find the offending clock, lo and behold, it’s not on the dresser or the night table. As I follow the beeping sound, I reach into my husband’s drawer and find the x0#$%@& blankety, blank, blank. There was a noise coming from the Florida room one evening when hubby was at work. It scared the shoot out of me until I realized it was an alarm clock.
When I told my husband, in not so many soft words, he said it was a great deterrent for thieves. Well it certainly deterred me in my tracks. When Sunday’s paper came in we sat down to breakfast to enjoy the ritual of sharing sections. That’s when Bill found an ad for a “Clocky.” I’m serious. The ad reads “This will get you out of bed! Clock is an alarm clock on wheels. Hit the snooze button and it rolls off the night stand and around the room beeping until you get up and turn it off … or smash it against the wall.” Get it at www.nandahome.com. Bill wrote on it “please order three.” There was no price listed so I was forced to look it up on the internet. Sorry, even though they come in matching colors to my bedroom decor, these sweet babies are not making it to my front door. I have enough to do finding all the others that are still in hiding. I feel I’ve been invaded by beeping monsters. My nerves are ready to snap. I have enough craziness going on at home as it is. I mean it sounds great to a clock-a-phobic like my husband, but I don’t need some maniacal alarm waking me up by jumping three feet in the air and rolling to my side of the bed. I like to be awakened softly and slowly in the morning, like a peck on the cheek or a tap on the shoulder. I don’t need some scary robot thing controlling my life and I am sorry that I have to refuse my husband his wish list.
Sure I feel badly turning him down. But enough is enough already. I’m still working on controlling the Atomic Clock. The write up on Nanda: At Nanda, we think of the things that are missing from our lives and create them. It is simple. Our ideas come from ordinary questions like “Why does my alarm do such a terrible job of getting me up?” And “Why can’t I find a bag that makes it easy to carry my heavy laptop around?” Then, from these ordinary questions, we set out to create extraordinary products. Nanda has been a hot item in the news and Clocky has been featured on Good Morning America
