UPDATE . . . . . UPDATE . . . . . .UPDATE The clock is chiming six o’clock. Woo-Hoo. So I am going to let it go until it chimes eight and then stop it. Then, if I forget until, say, ten something, I will only have to advance it manually through two cycles. Why not stop it now? Well, if I forget until late, I will have to advance it four cycles. Oh, I have to remember to stop it at eight chimes . . . It’s always something.

I have this clock that belonged to my grandmother; I have written about it before. It chimes on the quarter hour – 4, 8, 12 or 16 times, depending upon which quarter of the hour it is. It also BONGS on the hour. Noon isn’t so bad, but if you are just falling asleep at midnight, it can be a jolt. Well, that is, if it is wound. For the past couple of months (or more), it has not been. It is not pure laziness that has kept me from putting the big key in and turning it. It is the coordinating the correct bongs with the hour. Of course, it is very easy to wind it, listen to the bongs and then stop it until it actually is that time, but I forget a lot. What I may do today, because I am not in a mood to do much else, is wind the clock and see what I’m up against. If it is one of those hours that happens in the afternoon and in the very early morning, I’ll have one chance a day to get it going. On the other hand, I could do the manual rotation, but that involves listening to the chimes as well as the bongs. Gosh, I’m a bit wound down just thinking about it now. East Noble closed. I don’t have to get out to take someone to school, but on the flip side, she’s heeeeeere. She’s here all day . . . and she can get wound up.