Ha. I was just the middle man for the recycling bin
But if you also have to fish for your glasses to read the dial⌠At least the digits on the phoneâs display are big enough. 
I donât have very strong glasses, but my arms are not long enough to make sure I can get a watch in focus.
Well, I know what you mean.
I remember the day I realized that my arms were growing into the wrong direction. And those nice women in the gym could also be my daughters.
Since then, I donât hesitate to put on my glasses.
I need glasses to read, but they make my vision blurry if I look farther than a few metres into the distance, so I only wear them while working or reading, but not when standing or walking.
One of my classmates in pilot training was like that. One day, my carâs oil change light lit up, so I made a mental note to schedule an oil change. That evening, he and I drove off-base to get hamburgers, and he fidgeted uncomfortably during the whole round-trip. Also uttered stuff like, âdonât like red lightsâ, âwhen are you going to fix that?â
A good bit of that thinking Iâm sure came from the flying, where red lights in the cockpit were not good news. Iâm also not a fan of wrong indicators; my wife keeps her car clock 5 minutes ahead, says it keeps her arriving on-time to things. Drives me nuts, and itâs only worse when we revert out of Daylight Savings Time (another wrongness you donât want to get me going on) when she just leaves the clock as-is, saying, âItâll correct itself in the springâŚâ 
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Simple solution: Do like I did and move somewhere that doesnât do DST.
I mean, sure, it might hit 100F here today but thatâs the trade off I guess 
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I lived in Arizona at one (actually two different) times. A bit too hot for me, even back in the '70s. I remember moving their for my first assignment in the Air Force, sitting in the airmanâs quarters near the end of the runway on Aug 2, 1975, 102F outside, watching the fighter jets take of with afterburners flaming, thinking, âIâve come to HellâŚâ 
I really wish for having noon occur when the sun is at zenith, like God Almighty intended. But, Iâd settle for having just one time throughout the year, none of this incessant switching back and forth.
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I had to move my belongings from one storage facility to another, smaller one and had to get rid of hundreds of older books and photo magazines since I couldnât find anyone who was interested, including some local libaries. A sad day.
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You are absolutely right.
And marketing departments exploit this to the fullest extent possible.
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My glasses stay on pretty much when Iâm awake (and not in the shower). Theyâre progressives and itâs easier to just leave 'em on my face.
I also figure anything that covers part of my face, be it ever so minor, is overall a good thing for the rest of humanity⌠
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A development of photographers.
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Me too.
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When I first read the âof photographersâ post, I thought âa crop of photographersâ. Seemed apt at the time given the many meanings of crop. A fun exercise to come up with something no doubt.
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A clique of photographers (which some people pronounce as click, but not I).
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How 'bout a âgamutâ of photographers. A small convene would be âsRGBâ, larger convenes would be âAdobeRGBâ, âProPhotoâ, etcâŚ
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Gamut of photographers could work. I mean you have all kinds of photographers under the sun:
- plus-sized ones (wide gamut)
- friendly ones (PAL)
- fashionable ones (MAC)
- brand loyalists (Adobe)
- ones from interest groups (Apple, Bruce)
- and you can have your own DIY group as well.
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Speaking of clock hands:
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In 1958, engineering students from the college were responsible for placing an Austin Seven van on the roof of Senate House, Cambridge Universityâs ceremonial building where graduation ceremonies take place.
In 1921, Gonville & Caius students removed a German artillery gun from a nearby square and displayed it in Caius Court.
Pranks were different back then 
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In the small town (~600 residents) where I lived during my teens, there was a story of the then-current âcity fathersâ carrying out a school prank over a holiday period when they were teenagers: They led a cow upstairs to the second storey of the school library. The cow apparently had plenty to eat (??), at least based on its âoutputâ all over the library.
The punch line was that while apparently it was easy enough to lead it up stairs, going down stairs was an altogether different matter. Iâm not sure how that was resolved.
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Itâs still there.
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