Who laughs last
My grandfather's grandfather clock, that's who. My dad fixed it when last he was here, as I had managed to maul it after transportation a year or two ago when they brought it up, and then couldn't get it to tick or tock. So Dad fixed it, but "made it so it wouldn't bong," his gift to me. I let it run down because it was in the back room. Now here in the new apartment, Scott and I wound it up, and it ticked-ded and tocked-ded, but no bonging but for one aborted attempt at first start.
Today, I pulled the chain that keeps the pendulum going. And it bonged. It bonged out three. Even though it was 7:20. And true to form, it bongs on the quarter and half hour its little song, and then at the hour, it bongs the hour. Four hours off. The time is right, but the bongs are wrong. I can't stop laughing. It's just so perfectly ludicrous. I believe I know exactly how it feels.
Today, I pulled the chain that keeps the pendulum going. And it bonged. It bonged out three. Even though it was 7:20. And true to form, it bongs on the quarter and half hour its little song, and then at the hour, it bongs the hour. Four hours off. The time is right, but the bongs are wrong. I can't stop laughing. It's just so perfectly ludicrous. I believe I know exactly how it feels.