smashed my beater watch
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
Kokubunji, 2020.11.08
I caught the edge of the glass on my beater watch on a surface while taking The Girl out to the park today. Mari had taken The Boy to Harajuku for a haircut-which he enjoyed because it's an area with lots of young adult stuff. It was only in the evening that I noticed that the ding on my watch had broken the crystal in a couple of places: the point of impact had an impact fracture and the inside surface had a wide scallop-shaped crack.
I hate to just throw stuff away, but I could see the broken bits of glass rattling around with the watch hands and I reckon that after six and a half years my $50 watch has served its purpose.