I have this clock that belonged to my grandmother; it chimes – big bongs on the hour and 4 little ones on the quarter hour, 8 on the half hour, 12 on the three quarter hour and 16 on the hour. At noon and midnight, 12 big bongs follow 16 little chimes.
Of late the bongs don’t match the hour and so after a couple of weeks of avoiding spending time manually rotating the minute hand and waiting through much chiming and bonging, I stopped the clock just before it would hit 9 bongs at midnight. Now I have this task of remembering to start it up in about 20 minutes.
I am going to try and just keep it at the front of my mind, but already my thoughts want to go off and think about writing a book because Nine Bongs at Midnight seems like a title begging for a book and the movie, of course.
I didn’t think about the sound of Nine Bongs at Midnight until it just slipped out via my fingers onto the computer screen. It’s a sign, isn’t it?
This just cracked me up. I have a clock that I have to do the same thing with. Usually because I’ve forgotten to wind it so the time gets off. But then I go and miss the all important hour and of course the next cycle comes in the wee hours of the morning so I have to try to remember the next day and if I don’t …… It just gets to be a wicked competition between the clock and I. Once I gave up and just changed all the electric clocks in the house to match it. Oddly enough thae fact that the bongs now matched the clocks was not appreciated by everyone else.