Parenthetical Man looked at
his watch and realized he didn’t have too much time (which is safe to
say of all of us since we’re on this sphere for only so long, and
looking at watches and using them as a demarcation line to see how long
we have left is a senseless exercise in practicing not really knowing
how much time one has left but really seeing how much time is left
before you write off the last tick mark of your existence. And the
watch, which was a story in itself, was given to him by his
mother-in-law, Katie, who bought the watch on sale at Dillards because
1) it was on sale and 2) she liked the way Mickey Mouse genuflected the
time. Of course, she was a Mickey Mouse fan from the days when Mickey
was Steamboat, a simple black and white piece of celluloid who seemingly
whistled for days on end in a humorous but often annoyingly long
fashion that was certainly good for grandkids and small attention bereft
pets, but not as pleasing for world weary adults who can only watch
whistling rodents for short periods of time until they needed to check
their watches and realize they didn't have too much time).
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