While painting my kitchen, I had an accident. I broke a clock my brother gave me just before he committed suicide. I’ve had it for 17 years.
It’s silly, but I loved this clock – and had a lot of memories attached to it.
It’s not easy to replace – I’ve only seen a few, and the few I’ve seen are expensive (see here for an ebay auction for one…that I can’t afford.
I know I’ll find another eventually, but after packing it from here to Los Angeles and back again, it makes me sad that a stupid mistake from me shattered it into a million pieces.
So, I’m very sad today.