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Tick, Tock

If ever you come visit my parents' house, one of the first things you will probably notice (it's been a consistent trend thus far) is that there are multiple clocks in each room.

My maternal grandfather was an avid clock collector. By avid, I estimate that he owned over 500 clocks of all shapes and sizes when he died. The best of the clocks were then divided among the children, and the rest were sold.

The inundation of clocks served to make my mother an even more avid chronomentrophiliac (lover of clocks), and we have added even more to the ones she inherited. I'm a fan of antiques, and antique clocks - even greater.
 
Now the goodness is slowly trickling its way down, and I am the owner of one small but adorable clock. I still have to get the hang of it - winding every day & adjusting the speed to keep an accurate hour. Some people can't handle it, but falling asleep to a ticking clock brings back happy childhood memories.

To paraphrase a Lifehouse song, the ticking clock is a comfort.
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  1. lsia8:57 AM

    I agree! I think it's genetic :)

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  2. Lisa8:58 AM

    Wow, it's clearly too early for me to be typing quickly...I'll try to get my name right this time.

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  3. Beth10:37 PM

    Lisa - I was so confused at first..."who's isia??" - and I laughed out loud at your follow-up comment :)

    um, are you passing through TO anytime soon? PLEASE visit!

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  4. Lisa11:21 AM

    I'm in Guelph now, so it's not far to go visit you, even for an evening! Once I've settled in and figured out my class schedule, I'll let you know. Or if you're in Guelph sometime, let me know! It would be wonderful to get caught up.

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