Usually, you set a clock and that’s it. It goes. A cuckoo clock is different. One day it speeds up and the next it slows down. I’m always fussing with mine. It’s like a pet needing attention.
Of course, pulling the weights keeps it going, remembering that chore is the only way it keeps time.
The dangling weights are hooked up a bit here. Car-E wanted to play with them, but tucked up halfway he mostly ignores them. When I pull them down in the morning, and he’s attracted to the wiggling chain and metal pine cone. It’s time to distract that cat with another toy.
Once in a while, this cuckoo clock stops for no reason at all. Only after some attention can I get it running again. I sure miss it when it stops ticking.
Eggs froze in my refrigerator even though they were not in the freezer.
With the help of daughter Rachel and grandson Eli, we removed the frozen food from the freezer for a short time. When cleared out, Rachel used a hair dryer to melt an ice blockage. When melted, the circulation of the machine started working again.
Family may not want to stop by for a visit. I always seem to have a chore for them, but at least when we work together we visit, too.
I also enjoy just sitting with my family and sipping a drink while we visit, too.