I forgot to wind our chiming clock, which belonged to my grandmother and now it is chiming off time. That is, you have to add four hours and forty-five minutes when it chimes (at night, the verbs is more like gongs) the hour. I actually add five hours and take away 15 minutes because it’s easier – also easier that sitting through many gongs to get the time to match. (This is not a smart computer clock.)
This, in itself, does not really suck . . . a word that I find myself using although it makes me uncomfortable when I see myself using it in print. I think my father would prefer I express myself in a different manner. Getting on with the story, the part that really is a pain in the neck (sucks) is when I am listening to to seven chimes because it is a quarter to midnight and I am up because I fell asleep in a long evening nap. I actually dreamed and woke up thinking it was morning. HA! Zee whole night is ahead. At least there is cable TV and Netflix and DVD’s – just the other day I was horrifying my granddaughter with tales of three channels, the National Anthem and the test pattern screen. It is too much for her to imagine.
I think I’ll just get a diet soda – hey, accept and embrace the situation, have caffeine . . . and maybe a foldover.
Oh My! this post has made my day. I have sat here chuckling at your dilemma and at your *gasp* language. See, the thing is I can totally relate. On both issues. I have a wind up clock that gongs and plays a chime on the quarter hours. If I forget to wind it I hate trying to get it set again because if it quit half way through a chime (which often happens) you end up off even if you have set the clock correctly. So I tend to just note the time on the clock when it went dead and set an alarm to alert me five minutes before that time so I can go wind it and start it up and it will pick up where it left off. I figure that with the time coming around twice every day within a week I’ll catch it and get it set correctly. Sometimes I’m successful. Sometimes the clock just sits there for a week or two glaring at me accusingly.
As to the language… I really dislike the word sucks. I used to get SO upset with my kids when they used it but since they are all adults now I can’t really say much. Oddly enough now that they are adults they don’t use it around me. lol The shock factor and “bug mom” factor isn’t quite in play the same way. It still bothers me and so I tend to use “stinks” instead of it. But it seems to be a common expression these days.