We have several old clocks in our house, and they are all scrupulously polite. Just as polite people never talk over each other, these clocks never chime at the same time. They wait their turn as if saying, “You go first.” “No, I insist, it is your turn!” I wind them regularly each week, and sometimes reset them to a strict time standard every day or so, but they immediately assert their individuality and within a few hours they once again take turns to chime the hour.
For the curious, here are some snapshots of our four polite timepieces:
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I guess we all March to the beat of our own pendulum swings.
You are reminding us to set ahead our clocks this Saturday if they don’t do that already, right? I don’t have clocks, but do have three kerosene lamps, some pieces of furniture, an old washtub and board, as well as my dad’s “Pep” Young three finger baseball glove. I should blog on those some time.