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I once spent the night in a house that had a cuckoo clock and a grandfather clock ... and I didn't sleep a wink.
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The cuckoo clock chirped every hour on the hour, and again every half hour. The grandfather clock was set to strike four times an hour: every hour on the hour, at a quarter past the hour, at the half hour, and once again at a quarter to the hour.
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Oh, how I tossed and turned. My mind reeling not so much from the different chimes, but from my inability to fix a pattern to the sounds. I didn’t know a grandfather clock sounds four(!) times an hour.
In the life-altering days, weeks, and months of the pandemic, time has new meaning. To fill our days, get outdoors, and get some exercise, we’ve been walking. A lot. On one of our more recent walks, we scuffed through a walkway littered with pine cones. The kind of pine cones that hang from a cuckoo clock and make it tick. My grandparents had a cuckoo clock with pine cone weights, and that cuckoo clock where I spent the night had them, too. I’d always seen the weights and the clocks as one. But when I saw so many pine cones scattered across the walkway, I saw them as the cuckoo-clock maker must have seen them, inspiration for the weights. |
