During the break at Qi Gong yesterday I was talking to the two women who are named Terry.
One of the Terrys was wearing a perfectly simple and elegant looking, molded white watch. I admired it, and she held it up so that we could see the round, blank face. Two watch-hands were its only adornment. "It's my retirement watch", she explained.
"Oh dear", said the other retired Terry. "That's not me at all." And she produced her watch: square, silver, and replete with hours and minutes all etched in black. There was an hour, minute and a second hand.
Of course, I was wearing a watch too. (Most older people wear watches.) But I was pleased to note that with its 12 tiny crystals and two hands, mine is a sort of timepiece compromise: not too laid back but not too OC either. Perfect for a retiree about to turn 69, and still looking for the right balance.