randomness

[derien]

I was looking for examples of mantle steeple clocks trying to find one similar to the one I have which belonged to my grandparents, kind of like this one only way more beat up and sad, and I came across this black, pillared clock which looks just like the one my other grandmother had stolen from her house when I was a kid (the one time she was ever alone overnight in her life). I found myself staring at that clock wondering how it could go for such a low price. If it's really just like hers it has an amazingly sonorous chime on the hour, and a short chime for quarter past and quarter of... I think there was even a different short chime for half past. That clock was the bane of my existence when I was trying to sleep on the couch at my grandmother's house when I was sick. (I could have slept in a bedroom upstairs, but I was afraid of spaces which I didn't really know well. I was not allowed to pull everything out of the closets and investigate them on a regular basis, so I didn't want to sleep next to them. And the attic trapdoor could let goblins down onto me in the middle of the night, I wasn't sure. I'm still like that. Do you suppose I should seek therapy?)

Wait... have I done this post before?

Comments

[(Anonymous)]

Therapy - naw
sounds perfectly reasonable to me-
speaking of couches -would yours be free this week -the air miles are at doable pre--holiday place again
LTA

[derien.livejournal.com]

Yup, we'll be here! :)

[sospan-fach.livejournal.com]

That second clock is gorgeous...in a slightly creepy way, admittedly. Good-creepy, mind.

Chiming clocks are indeed a real bugger to sleep (or not) through. I've never quite understood the logic behind having the damn thing dinging every 15/30 minutes all through the night, hauntingly beautiful as the sound may be...I bet it was something similar which inspired 'Tom's Midnight Garden'.

Oh, and I wouldn't worry about therapy unless it's ruling your life to a stupid degree. That's perfectly normal, as far as I'm concerned. :-) I was convinced for a good two years as a kid that the scratching sounds in my parents' attic were the claws of a giant black panther living up there. Quite seriously.

I used to wonder what it would do for food when the pigeon supply ran out, and which sibling I should throw to it first whilst I made my daring escape... ;-)

[derien.livejournal.com]

I used to wonder what it would do for food when the pigeon supply ran out, and which sibling I should throw to it first whilst I made my daring escape... ;-)

Hee! Well, I supposed yours could be called a tool for sorting your priorities. ;)