My Edox is alive and I feel indifferent

I recently fixed my Edox up. It was a real bugger to do. I tried to tighten what I thought was the cannon pinion and crushed the minutes wheel. I sourced a new minutes wheel from my watchmaker and took a cannon pinion while I was at it. Then, as typical for AS ST 1950/51 movements, the spring that puts pressure on the thingamabobble that keeps the date aligned (I think it's called the date jumper) went flying and was promptly presumed M.I.A.

I asked the watchmaker nicely for another.

I pieced the whole thing together and it works well. For the first time in a long time it's accurate enough to actually get worn.

When I get a watch going, it's usually an event that fills me with joy. Sometimes I dance around my room stark naked and covered in glitter. This time, I didn't. I put the watch away and said, rather mundanely, "right, I have other s*** to do."

My Edox sat for a few days. Normally, when a watch is fixed, I wear it for a few days straight in joy. I didn't want to wear it. Maybe it's because watches of this sort with these funky TV cases usually get worn rather scarcely. I love funky designs, but if you open up my WRUW, how often do you see my Lucerne? Not too often, I'm guessing. Maybe it's a rather boring sign of maturing. This is the second time that I've been greeted with the urge to sell it. Will I? Maybe. I'm not going to get much for it. If I played my cards right, I could maybe make a profit on it, but if I do, that profit will be peanuts. Would I rather rest knowing that I toiled long and hard to fix and wear a watch just to sell it on to make less money than what it costs to get a meal at McDonald's, or, just keep it because sometimes I want to wear it? Don't know, don't care.

That's how I feel about this watch. If it breaks again I will send it to the watch equivalent of the glue factory and sell it as spares. It sounds harsh, but I'm not exactly in love anymore. Granted, I did go through a love-hate cycle ith this watch once already, so it's not impossible that I come around again and learn to love it once more.