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Odds ‘n’ ends

It’s been a while, hasn’t it? A week, I think, since I last posted. And there’s really have no reason why – just no motivation to write, apparently. Anyway, I thought I’d just bring you up to date on what’s happening chez Pinklea – that’s all two of you who are still reading, and who presumably still care.

My friend who was very recently diagnosed with cancer had surgery last week and came through with flying colours, thank goodness. I haven’t yet spoken to her myself, but I’ve had a couple of emails from her husband, who informed me (and the other fifty people on her email list) that everything looked great, that the surgeon felt that they got every little bit of cancer. Of course, they are still testing the tissue samples, and those results aren’t yet in, but there was much optimism in the operating room. My friend was permitted to go home after only one night in hospital as long as she promised to rest, rest, rest. That will be hard for her, but her husband can be a real hard-ass if necessary, I’m sure. So it’s all looking good so far.

My new QUIET dishwasher was delivered and installed on the weekend. It all went like clockwork (no damaged doors or anything this time), and the two guys who did the job couldn’t have been more pleasant. And did I mention how QUIET the dishwasher is? I literally can’t hear it downstairs or upstairs, only when I’m standing beside it! When I actually ran it for the first time, I sat on the floor beside it to call my mom. I told her to listen to the quiet, then held the phone up to the dishwasher, cackling like a demented – but delighted – witch. My mom told me that she was very happy for me, then very gently hung up the phone.

And speaking of clockwork, there is clock trouble here again. Seth Thomas has given up the ghost again. Even changing the battery (properly) no longer helps. And to make clock matters worse, DD accidentally knocked my cuckoo clock off the wall, causing it to crash to the floor in pieces. That was upsetting, because I bought that clock on a trip to what was then called West Germany (in Munich, to be exact) in 1985, and although it has never kept great time, it’s a great souvenir and it looks good – and of course, I am all about the esthetics. DD felt so bad that she immediately googled clock repairs shops in our area and emailed me their contact info. I called the closest one, and brought both ailing timepieces in for repairs. Imagine my surprise when it turned out that the repairman I spoke with used to do warranty repairs for the same company that made my cuckoo clock! He examined my clock carefully and assured me that of course he could fix it, that he was very familiar with that type, but did I also know that it was all wood and hand-carved and hand-made and that they weren’t made like that any more? Oh yeah – and did I also know that my clock was now worth about 700$? I gulped. I paid the equivalent of 50$ for it 26 years ago. Who knew clocks were such a good investment? In addition, he was most interested in Seth Thomas, almost waxing rhapsodic over the wood grain. Again, they just don’t make clocks like that any more, he told me, and it would definitely be worth repairing it, as it’s so well-made. If I’ve already had it for 30 years without a problem, with a bit of a cleaning, it should last at least another 30, he thought.

That was almost two weeks ago, though. He still hasn’t called me back to let me know how much all this clock repairing is going to cost me. Plus I often have no idea what time it is in my kitchen. There are clocks on my stove, my microwave, and my coffeemaker, but they are all wee clocks that I can’t see unless I’m pretty much nose to nose with them. That’s not exactly convenient. I need Seth Thomas on my kitchen wall again!

And just one more thing: I got my taxes done today. I’m getting a refund – yay!

I hope it’s enough to pay for the clock repairs.


Time waits for no one …

I have another clock story to share with you. Another clock story in which I don’t exactly come out smelling of roses. Yeah, I screwed up with a clock again. At least it’s a different clock this time, though …

I had a workshop to attend on Thursday morning, so I figured that I could sleep just a bit later and head out just a bit later than usual. The venue was further away from home than my school, but the workshop didn’t start till 8:30, so I planned to leave at about 8 am.

My clock radio is set to go off at 6 am every morning. I never get up then, of course, but I do wake up about that time. I usually stagger out of bed sometime around 6:30 (and often closer to 7 am). I decided to keep to that schedule, reasoning that I could then linger a bit longer with a café au lait before heading out of the house.

Fine. Except that I woke up at bloody 5 am.

For the life of me, I could NOT fall back asleep. You know how sometimes when you wake up in the night, you just KNOW that you’re up for hours now? (Well, maybe you don’t, but trust me, when it happens to you, you KNOW.) This was one of those times. I turned the radio on. I set it for 15 minutes, hoping that it might lull me back to sleep for another hour or so.

It didn’t. I set it for another 15 minutes. Then another 15 minutes. All the while, I was pretty much wide awake.

Then I heard noisy trucks. And leaf-blowers. They all sounded like they were right outside my window, on the street that I overlook. I got up and peeked out the window. Yes, there they were, right outside my window. I looked at the clock radio. It read 6:30 am.

WTF??? I fumed. Are there not noise bylaws in this city? How could these clowns be starting their workday so frickin’ early? Someone should DO something about this! People need their sleep!

Well, I was up now. I did my thing in the bathroom, got dressed and went downstairs for breakfast. I ate and made a pot of coffee, then settled down to read the paper in a leisurely manner. The sun was starting to stream through the window. How nice, I thought, the sun seems to be rising earlier this morning. There must be no cloud cover right now. It’s usually much darker outside at this hour.

At nearly 7:30, I turned on my cellphone. The time on it was 8:30. Oh, perfect, I thought. Daylight savings is over next weekend, and my stupid phone thinks it’s now. So I switched the time back to an hour earlier. I got up for more coffee. And I glanced at the time on the coffee-maker.


I looked at the time on the stove.


I looked at the time on the microwave.

Still 8:30.

Last chance. I looked at the time on my beloved Seth Thomas kitchen wall clock.

8:30. Again.


Somehow, in my “15 more minutes” phase with my clock radio, I must have put the time back an hour. I have no idea what I did, which button I pushed, or, to be quite honest, if I actually even did anything out of the ordinary. But the clock radio was apparently an hour behind, and now so was I.

Plus I had just changed the time on my cellphone for nothing.

Plus plus, my workshop was beginning – oh, let’s say, right about NOW.

Plus plus plus, traffic was absolutely crazy that morning, due to construction or something on the highway, so one lane was still blocked off for that, though it should have been cleared by 5 am. Even though I got out of the house in record time, everywhere I drove, there were incredible amounts of traffic and there was no real alternate route I could take to where I was going. What should have taken me maybe twenty minutes ended up being far, far longer than that.

The workshop was well under way by the time I finally arrived well after 9 am, and I forgot to sign in or pick up the available handouts. I had to grab a chair way off to the side, and sit crammed up against the wall by the door, all by myself.

Needless to say, I was just slightly distracted and frazzled for most of the morning.

And I didn’t enjoy the workshop anyway. I thought it was badly organized and not presented very coherently … and I do believe that I was exceptionally well-qualified to make such a judgment that morning.


My beloved Seth Thomas clock stopped working again. Just like that last time, it was losing more and more time each day and then a couple of days ago, it completely ceased to function.

I mucked around with the mechanism at the back in case the hands had simply loosened up, just like last time. But unlike last time, I couldn’t get it to work again. I sadly took the clock off the wall – who wants to look at a clock that permanently reads 7:20? – and wondered if I should now go out and buy a replacement mechanism. Or was this definitely the end for my Seth Thomas and me?

Then I had a thought. Even though it had only been about two months since I’d replaced the battery, maybe it needed replacing again? Maybe the battery that I’d put in was quite old and hadn’t had much power left in it? Was it even worth trying?

I tried it. For my Seth Thomas, I tried it. I replaced the battery again on the off-chance that I’d put in a weak battery last time. But it was to no avail. Seth stayed silent and still.

PG found this a bit disturbing, too. He missed the comforting ticking on the kitchen wall, I think, but he also saw that I was a bit down about it. He tried to reassure me that of course we could buy another mechanism for the clock, we just needed to figure out exactly what kind it was and go to Lee Valley and get it. Maybe today, even. I sat down at the computer to do more research.

Then he said, “Hey – you did try to change the battery, didn’t you?”

I glared at him and snorted, “Of course I did! It didn’t make any difference. The clock still didn’t work.”

He ignored me and just to satisfy himself, he popped another battery out of the package and into the clock.

Seth woke up and started ticking happily.

There are two possible scenarios at play here: 1) Seth Thomas has broken up with me and is now in a relationship with PG, or 2) I need to remember which battery is the dead one that I have just removed and to NOT put that dead one right back into the clock.

I think that #1 is far more likely.