My clock! My hour glass! My bedside lamp! My shell! They don’t usually all sit together on my bedside table; I was unpacking at the time.
Moving on… Time waits for no one!
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My clock! My hour glass! My bedside lamp! My shell! They don’t usually all sit together on my bedside table; I was unpacking at the time.
Moving on… Time waits for no one!
Listen to the music HERE
Weave a Web 
As I listened to your lovely tick-ticking music, it was around 8:30 am where you are and 4:30 pm where I am. That’s “time” for you,. At times I am obsessed with the notion of time. And yet wisdom says to live in the moment. Is so-called “real time” really more real than virtual time?
(I have a bedside leaded Tiffany lamp from my grandfather’s house that had, in his handwriting, a little yellowed paper saying “bought in 1929”, cello- taped to the bottom. The tape lost its stickiness some time ago and the little label fell off. Time moves on.)
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Time is a very strange thing – I used to think it was a human contrivance, but apparently according to the clever people, it’s not!
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The clever people are all contriving humans also.
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That is an accurate summation!
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It’s 6:58 am here, and I’m waiting for the end of the music, to see if there’s a cuckoo or chimes at the end, to announce the hour.
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I hope you’re not alarmed by the ending!
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Never!
I did hear chimes during the piece, but it was obviously not set for my time zone.
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There’s a man down the road from where I am who lives in a one-bedroom apartment. He has over 200 clocks that either chime or cuckoo, and they all go off at exactly the same time! A one bedroom apartment!
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OMG!!! Is he deaf, or heading that way? He has a hobby with a difference, for sure.
What a catch. I guess he’s single …
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The clock-fixer man told me about him, so I don’t know him personally. (I had to get my grandfather clock serviced as it went berserk.)
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My time has mostly slowed down and parts of me have reversed time, while other parts of me seem to be embracing it…………. Time makes no sense to me any more. I no longer have a bedside clock, an alarm or a wrist watch. I live mostly in ignorance of its passing. I LOVE retirement 🙂 I enjoyed this piece – even the alarm going off! ❤
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Thank you. I have no sense any more of the days of the week – except I have to find out when it’s Wednesday because I have to put the rubbish (trash) out! Having a calendar is no help as to whether it’s Wednesday because I don’t know the date! I do know the month!
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Yes! I rely on my computer to tell me the day and date when required. I rely on my daughter to tell me when the clocks are changing 🙂 I also mostly know which month I’m in………
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I missed the last clock change and got up at 4 a.m. !
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🙂
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Am I the only one who feels the Hitchcockian nightmarish quality of this song? I found myself looking over my shoulder when the alarm clock went thinking my head was about to be blown off.
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The clock ticks…
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I was seeing someone unpacking from a move and putting things in place and looking at them and saying hello again. Then he runs into the other room with something, then realizes it’s not all going to get done tonight, then…yup, next morning’s alarm. Nice frenetic quality.
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Thanks. I’m well practised at packing and moving. But am now quite past it physically. Last time I was able to say to the removal company “It’s all yours!” and to the cleaning company “It’s all yours!” And off I drove to new exciting discoveries!!
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The first time I moved from one city apartment to another….legally had to be out of one place by midnight and couldn’t get into the new place before midnight…I put everything I owned in my car early in the evening and then went back to my apartment to sleep for a couple of hours. When I returned to my car at 11:30 pm,—parked on the street, Beacon Hill in Boston— the window had been smashed and everything was stolen—all my clothing, and stuff, including my grandmother’s diamond ring. There I was, a first-year teacher with no change of underwear! Other moves involving sofas and pianos etc…and renting (and learning how to shift a huge truck/lorry) and employing the good will of friends, were able-bodied but still unsettling. My last move, a couple of years ago was like your idea:
“it’s all yours!” to the removal company, the cleaning company, etc…..
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What a terrible event the break-in, but what a wonderful story to tell once you hit your dotage! Even though it costs to get professionals, it’s worth every penny. Our next move (hopefully the next) will be on December 11th – when our contract finishes. Can’t wait! Am already putting some favourite plants into pots!
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I’ll give that one a tick
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Tock – I mean tanks
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Great interpretation – time speeds up the older I get and this jaunty ticking reminds me it’s passing 🙂
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Thank you!
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