When I was a kid my pops dropped me a message saying that I was to inherit a cuckoo clock that's been in my family for a while. He went about showing me the ins and outs and how to oil it and the like. Recently he decided it was time I took care of it since it's been in the house and I would wind it when I'd stop by, etc etc.
So today I went to put it up and found that one of the winding chains had been pulled straight through the guts.
I just spent the last hour on the floor winding a chain through a nearly 100 year old clock (1914 on the faceplate) and I'm sweaty and covered in grease. Though the rewards are nice...
Guess you'd have to be there.
7 years, 2 months ago
29 Jul 2011 22:54 CEST