MY SINGLE DAY
It began at 6:45, when my clock radio went off,
playing some song I don’t like on a radio station I hate. The clock radio has been tuned to the station
I hate for years now. Since I only listen
to the radio for the 1.5 seconds it takes me to slam my hand down on the shut
up button, it doesn’t seem worth the trouble to change it.
clock radio: I got it for my 12th birthday. For you mathematically challenged readers,
that makes it 28 years old. Keep that
quiet, though. If Radio Shack found out
they had accidentally sold someone a device that lasted more than six months,
they would bust down my door and haul it away for a violation of the Law of
So I’m kind
of attached to this clock radio, even though I hate the radio station. Little Bit, on the other hand, has a super
cool clock/cd player/radio/toaster. She
sets it for 7
am and wakes
up to her favorite tunes. Right now she
favors the Beatles. Last week it was
Her clock is
so cool the glowing numbers are light sensitive. They are dimmer in the dark, so you don’t get
that glaring greenness when you are trying to sleep.
I would kind
of like a cd player/clock, so I too could wake up to music I prefer, rather
than some obnoxious DJ, a commercial for a product in which I have no interest,
or a pop song by someone much younger than my clock.
keeping my clock/radio until it croaks, if only to thumb my nose at the
obsolescence inspectors at Radio Shack.
I’ve gone on for 300 words about the first 1.5 seconds of my day, do you really
want to hear the rest?