Dad’s Job

We bought a grandfather clock nineteen years ago, from one of those clearance, furniture trucks that pass through town from time to time.

Nineteen years and I believe it is safe to say that no one, other than myself  has ever “wound” the clock, by re-setting the counterweights.


If I am away from home for more than a week….the clock stops.

The clock is my job and I re-set the weights this afternoon as I prepare for a business trip.

Jelly asked me why I was taking a picture of the clock this afternoon and I told her I had been pondering the fact that it was “my clock” and no one ever touched it but me.  Our middle daughter was thoughtful enough to tell me that when I die, she will take over winding the clock.


One less thing to worry about.




About Ray V.

Living in Aiken, South Carolina, USA, I like to share what I am looking at, thinking about or listening to. I refer to this as the view out my window. Thanks for stopping by.
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3 Responses to Dad’s Job

  1. Kimberly says:

    So you’ve got that going for you…

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Well, there’s that you can mark off your to-do list.

    Liked by 1 person

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