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.