Tick Tock

Time has been much on my mind lately.

Yet again there is not enough of it for me to do everything I want to do. And not, it seems, only for me; almost every blog I have read lately has started with an apology for not having posted much lately. But when I think about what I have achieved over the last month or two it suggests I have not been that much of a slouch! The garden is very green (even if a lot of the growth is weeds) and I am eating something from it every day. I have visited and had visitors, been to events, written up more of my diploma… I just haven’t done as much as I hoped and intended.

When I am waiting for a bus / train / appointment time drags very slowly. When I am trying-to-get-everything-done-by.. it races past. Which is odd because according to science each second is exactly the same length as every other. According to the National Physical Laboratory ‘The second is defined by taking the fixed numerical value of the caesium frequency ∆ν, the unperturbed ground-state hyperfine transition frequency of the caesium 133 atom, to be 9 192 631 770 when expressed in the unit Hz, which is equal to s−1. The wording of the definition was updated in 2019.’ I am not sure why that definition was chosen or how they know, but it sounds impressive and they seem pretty sure it ensures that seconds cannot wriggle around and change their length! But I am equally sure that they do in the real, lived world!

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I love clocks, preferably ones which tick and chime although with my deteriorating hearing I notice them less. My favourite is the grandfather clock I inherited from my mother’s oldest sister and which passes from woman to woman through the family. My aunt was childless hence it coming to me. In due course it will go to my daughter and then to her daughter. There is only one place in the living room where it can go because it is tall and the ceiling, though undulating, is low. For telling the time it is hopeless! It runs for eight days between re-windings, though I try to do it every Sunday so I remember, and is usually at least an hour wrong by then. When we first got it we decided that since it was not reliable for knowing the time we would set it to local time which here is 18 minutes behind GMT and we pay no attention to British Summer Time. However this summer, as last, it refuses to go at all. This old house moves as the temperature and rainfall cycle through the year and at the moment doors are sticking and the old clock has stopped. In the autumn I will find it will go again. It clearly lives in its own little world where seconds are constantly changing in length.

Then there is the face of the old Postman’s Alarm clock which stopped working and no-one could get to go again. The chains and weights needed such a long drop that it was very hard to find somewhere to hang it. I replaced the old mechanism with a battery one and it now lives in the porch.

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The one on the oven returns to noon whenever we have a power cut however momentary. It is often the only way I know there was one. If that happens the oven refuses to come on until the clock has been reset. Why? Why does it have to know the the time to be able to get hot?

The laptop, tablet and my mobile phone also have accurate clocks, updated by their internet connections and no doubt accurate to the fraction of a second – but only useful when they are switched on!

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I have other reliable clocks for knowing when I need to go out or expect visitors. They are battery operated and radio controlled. The packaging on one boasted it was accurate to ‘one second in a thousand years’ though I doubt if anyone will be able to hold them to that. Nor do I understand why any ordinary person would require that degree of accuracy.

Apart from when I need to be somewhere at a particular time most of my life is lived by approximate time. I get up when I wake and go to bed when I am tired. I eat when my internal clock tells me I should. In winter days are short and evenings long. In summer it is the reverse. The transition between the two is gradual – none of this disconcerting springing forward and falling back. So presumably the time will come when life is more leisurely and blog posts more frequent. You can decide for yourselves if that is a threat or a promise!

Now my highly accurate internal clock is saying it is time for a cup of tea so that is what I will do next.

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8 thoughts on “Tick Tock

  1. anne54 July 1, 2019 / 12:06 am

    I have just spent a month in a house that had no clocks, no TV and no radio. We only had our technology and watches to determine the time. I found myself getting into a rhythm like yours, being guided by the natural markers of time ~ day/night, the sun high/the shadows lengthening, my stomach. I hope I can keep them up now I am home!

    I love your grandfather clock, and especially how it lives in its own little world of time.

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  2. Laurie Graves July 22, 2019 / 8:09 pm

    Love this post, especially the story about the clock passing from aunt to niece to daughter. Now that sets the story wheels spinning!

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    • Going Batty in Wales July 23, 2019 / 7:33 am

      Glad you enjoyed it. Please feel free to use the aunt – nice – daughter sequence in one of your stories of it helps. I especially like it because it seems it began in the first half of the 20th century when men were firmly in charge. It seems my female ancestors were a bit uppity!

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      • Laurie Graves July 23, 2019 / 2:00 pm

        Yay for those uppity female ancestors. In my story, the clock would be magical and would perhaps be a gateway for time travel, one of my favorite subjects. 😉

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  3. dezertsuz August 15, 2019 / 5:15 pm

    I love grandfather clocks. I grew up in a home with multiple ones, all from Germany, all with different tones and chimes, and all more or less reasonably on the same time. My uncle wound them every Sunday, too. I have long wanted one, and never had it. I like clocks that bong and trains that whistle in the middle of the night. =)

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    • Going Batty in Wales August 15, 2019 / 5:38 pm

      I had no idea that the grandfather clock would come to me when my Aunt died but am so glad it did! My God-daughter visited my aunt quite often and loves the clock too. I think she would like to have it one day but only if my daughter and grand-daughter turn it down.

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