about "reluctant clocks"

The wordcurrents poem referred to here is "reluctant clocks"

Last night, as my wife and I, both sneezing and coughing and feeling somewhat sorry for ourselves, attempted to reset our bedroom clocks to daylight saving time over a month earlier than we used to, our clocks refused to co-operate. Her bedside clock, a fairly new digital clock radio seems to have decided that the "adjust" button refers to radio frequency and not the advertised-in-the-instruction-book "time adjustment, and delivered static and new unwanted stations instead of "springing forward". My smartly styled digital travel clock, possibly still under warranty (fat chance) refused to respond to the prodding of the provided stylus, and sulkily stayed at standard time. Then my brand new wrist watch refused to so-operate, and left me with a precise chronometer running "estimated" time.

I'm back to a sun-dial. Or maybe a water clock. Or lunar observations. Or guesstimates. Or who cares?

wordcurrents: New Look progresses

Here is the latest version of the new look at wordcurrents. The photo I took in July 2006 from in front of our cottage, towards the Ontario shore. This is the view that I see from my favourite haunt, our screened front porch. That is where I do a lot of reading, writing and thinking. I don't have a computer at the cottage, so I write in a spiral notebook with a gel pen.

About the lettering in the photo: I did that in an old version of Ulead's Photo Impact, which came with a scanner that no longer works. I have finally given up on scanners. I don't think any of the three I have owned have ever scanned more than a few dozen things before burning out or failing in some way. That's no fault of Ulead, which makes fine software.

I am trying to make the site more accessible and more inviting and personal. We'll see . . . .