I love wristwatches. I always have, since I was a kid. My mom makes fun of me when she asks what date it is and I look at my wrist.
I know how she feels. It bugs me that my sons – and most of their generation – do not use watches. Why should they? The time is right there on their phones.
Not only that, but the phones “fall back” without being told. Today I have to take all those watches and adjust them.
And I have one more task: Change the batteries in the smoke detectors.
That task is already done. It takes less time to change the batteries than it takes to get out the stepstool.
We got a reminder of this job last week, when the battery died in one of the smoke detectors – at 4 in the morning. The dog was not happy. And neither were we. You ever try to find a nine-volt battery at that time of day? I had one in a guitar effects pedal. Yes! Except it was dead.
So we took the smoke detector off its mount on the ceiling and I buried it in the blanket closet, which muted it nicely. The dog went back to sleep. Later that day we got new batteries and put that detector back up.
Today I did the other two.
You should do this. If nothing else, it’ll keep you from waking up some morning at 4 when the battery dies anyway. And you’ll always know when you changed the batteries.
And there is the possibility that the detector could save your life. That makes a couple of bucks and a few seconds of time worth it.
Now, if only they could do something about it being dark when I get out of work tomorrow. And for the next several months…