Three clocks, two cell phones, a bedside alarm, a digital cable box, various wristwatches and they all display a different time! Well, not exactly – the cell phones are all synchronized! The list goes on and on. It seems everything technical has a time associated with it these days. At least the technical items are displaying the correct time.
We are clock poor and never have time to do anything. We have two clocks that chime on the hour and on the half hour. H has to wind them every day or so or every week. I’m not sure. I leave that up to him. If anything goes wrong like winding too tight or not wound at all it’s not my fault!
One day I was on the phone with uhhh…no one! That’s right. I had one of those recordings telling me to press this number or that number or answer with yes or no or whatever. One of the clocks started to chime and the recorded voice on the other end said, “I’m sorry. I did not understand you. Please try again.” LOL! I wasn’t even talking. The clock was chiming!
My cuckoo clock cuckoos and plays music, but the chain fell off the music wheel when we moved and I have yet to fix that. I would if I could find where I put the weight that belongs on the end of the chain. H got inspired this morning and decided to fix it and I couldn’t find the weight. We will stop this conversation about the weight here.
Andrew never liked the cuckoo because he said it would wake him up at night so he would push the tab in to silence it. He finally went off to college and I set it to cuckoo again. My granddaughter, Cadence, visited and I had to turn it off again. She said it scared her. She left and I set it to cuckoo again. That poor bird. He was very confused.
I don’t know what the problem is. I never even hear it cuckoo. Wait…does it? Does it still cuckoo? I know H pulls the chains down every morning as he leaves for work and he messes with the hands setting it to his watch time – which by the way is at least five minutes fast! He turns the hands the wrong way so the cuckoo is really cuckoo and squawks the wrong number of cuckoos!
When Andrew was home during the holidays all the clocks were chiming and cuckooing minutes apart and he looked at us with that question in his eyes. I could tell he wasn’t amused. “Really?” he said. “Why do ya’ll have all these clocks going off and they don’t even have the right time on them?”
We have to have something to amuse ourselves with since he left home. At least H does. The only clock that is mine is the cuckoo cuckoo!
I don’t know what we are going to do when the time changes and that’s soon! It might take a while to get them all on the right path.
What time is it at your house? Or do you know? 😉