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old watch suddenly scratched up

the journal of Michael Werneburg

twenty-seven years and one million words

Somehow, I managed to scratch the hell out of the face on my watch. The watch was a high school graduation gift from my parents, back when we were all still together in Calgary. It's an inexpensive gold-plated Lorus. I've had it for fifteen years now, which makes it a hell of a purchase, in my opinion.

Anyway, I asked Andrea if she knew somewhere I could take it for repairs, and she recommended a place called simply, "The Watch Repair Centre" in the Barrington Shops downtown. This is right next to where I work, so I went it.

The kid there buffed out the minor stuff - some of which had been there for as long as I've had the watch—for free, but the new major ones were still there. He told me he'd call me and let me know if he could get a new watch face delivered in a reasonable amount of time at a good cost. He said he thought it would take 6 weeks.

Halifax—where the service is generally excellent, but the transport times are always obscene.