Since we arrived on Kelleys Island, my watch has been sitting on the dashboard of my car.
Mrs. Crappy twice asked me for the time Wednesday; I just smiled and shrugged. I explained: While we are here, time, in the traditional sense, doesn’t matter. We will observe lunchtime, dinnertime, beach or bike time; we will simply know when it’s time for these things to happen.
It seems to be working pretty well so far. And now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to run — it’s beer time.
Uncle Crappy 
good job with the watch…but what about your phone/computer?
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That’s freakin beautiful. Next time we go on vacation I may have to do this. well, maybe a small watch for Teaspoon’s feeding time.
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That’s how you do it, sir. Well played.
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I’m sure Kelly’s is really nice with the weather we’ve been having. The first time I was ever there it was late August and scorching.
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Enjoy!
And maybe drink a beer or two for me, k?
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Isn’t it always beer time on vacation?
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