No not that spring, and from the looks of it that won’t be happening for quite some time yet.
Yes that’s my super duper snow gauge aka yardstick stuck in there. There was a time when stores appreciated your business and would give away handy dandy freebies like that. Those days are long gone, at least around here. And that ancient snow gauge shows that there is 18” of snow in my backyard. Arrrgh!!!!
Anyhow, the spring I’m talking about is in here,
This old clock has 3 springs that need to be wound with a key every seven days. One for the hour chime, one for the pendulum and one for the quarter chime. It’s the quarter chime that is sprung. Instead of the seven day windup, this spring has to be wound up every 2 days if I want to hear the chime on the quarter hour. Which is no big thing, because the clock still works fine without the quarter hour chime. Until recently that is.
Now there’s another problem. The pendulum stops, which means everything stops. Glancing at the clock while walking by I’m startled to see it’s only 3:00 when it’s pitch black outside. And I know it’s not 3:00 a.m., because rarely am I walking around downstairs at that time of the morning. Okay, sometimes, but usually when I’m awake at that ungodly hour, I stay in bed and toss and turn, while mumbling and complaining for a few hours instead of just getting up and doing some work around here like cleaning the darn house. (Yeah, that’s gonna happen.)
But back to the clock. Opening the door I reset the hands and give the pendulum a little nudge and we’re back in business. Next day, same thing. This time when I go to reset the hands I see that the minute hand has fallen off and is now lying down on the base. Hmmmm?? Re-attach the hand, reset the time, nudge the pendulum (maybe a little harder this time). Okay. Couple of days later, same scenario. Stupid clock.
But then I thought about that old clock. I’ve had it for a long time. So what if it’s getting a little worn out, so am I. What does it matter if it doesn’t work as well as it used to, I don't either. So a hand falls off once in a while, whoops, no that hasn’t happened to me but sometimes they don’t work quite as smoothly as they used to. For all of it’s age, it’s still a nice looking old thing, as am I. (Hey, beauty is in the eye/mind of the beholder, and I’m the only beholder in my house and the fact that I have all my mirrors covered with sheets means nothing)
I do wish I had a key to wind myself up every couple of days though, because I think my spring has sprung too.