It's raining, here, and by all probability it's raining where you are, too.

You're stuck indoors, with not a lot to do, so I thought I'd ramble at you, ha ha.

Feel free to spend a few minutes reading your way this, possibly even shaking your head, and chuckling, every so often.

I've had a fob watch, a pocket watch that I've owned for (counts on fingers... runs out of fingers... frowns) ...many years, now.

I thought it would be amusing to get another one. I like the face, I like the weight of it, it "feels" good.

I Googled it, not expecting much, as a result, and surprise, surprise, first cab off the rank, top of the page, there was the manufacturer/retailer's site.

I vaguely recall paying about $60 for it. A good-ish chunk of money at the time, but well spent.

They're a bit pricier, nowdays - $195.

Well, there goes that idea, ha ha.

I think there's a line between value for money and feeling like you'd be paying for three, and getting one.

I don't wear wrist watches. They are the mark of a gentleman who works with his hands, from the wrist, forward.

I consider myself to be the kind of gentleman who works with his hands from the shoulders, forward, ha ha.

There really are few things more embarrassing than getting caught between a large cabinet and a wall because your wristwatch has jammed between them. I could go on to mention something of assisting livestock to give birth, but that's just adding unwanted, unnecessary, and quite likely unpleasant detail.

A wristwatch, while useful, is not the ideal accessory for a pragmatist, not in my view, ha ha.

Well, the quest goes on. A $40 cheap and cheerful pocket watch from the local jeweller doesn't quite make the grade.

They have a lid that flips open; frippery, I say, ha ha. (I could just as easily say dirt trap, too).

I suppose if worst comes to worst I'll drop by KMart and get a cheap, but acceptably good looking wristwatch and modify it - off comes the band, drill a hole in the case for the chain, and then if Bob isn't your uncle then he's some bloke your parents know.

It's a fall-back plan. It won't stop me from looking for what I want, but it is an option, it's another way of solving the problem, and that, essentially, is what pragmatism's about.

And it's amusing me, immensely, to keep a casual eye out for something that I don't really need, but wouldn't say no to, if I found it.

It's like the perfect block of wood, for carving - I'll probably never find it, but it's a great excuse to visit mills and lumber yards and art shops.The fact that I'm enjoying myself while I'm doing it is simply icing on the cake, ha ha.

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Here's another smile for you, because it's kind of bleak and bleary out there, today.

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Changing a lightbulb in a ceiling mounted light socket is always fun. Not...

The ceilings aren't that high, and I can generally get away with standing on the tips of my  toes, hoping that I can remember which way to turn the bulb when the time comes. It's even more fun if it has to be done in semi darkness.

Or, I could get the fold up step ladder.

While I'm wrestling with the ladder, because these things jam more often than a photocopier, I might take note of the safety warning label on it - maximum load limit 100 kg.

100 kg? Is that it?

How am I supposed to carry a woman (giggling and squirming), up the ladder, and deposit her on the top bed of a bunk while saying "Ah Harr!" in my best pirate voice if the ladder is rated to, at best, 2/3 our combined weight?

Have these ladder manufacturers no sense of fun?

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Dare I make the obvious pun?

Brilliant.

LOL

A decorative object sized rocking moose.

All the fun of a rocking moose without the hassle of having to find floor space for it.

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