Quester 🌤️🌈:heart_pan: :enb: on Nostr: For reasons unknown to me right now, I had a flash of a memory from 30 years ago. Mom ...

For reasons unknown to me right now, I had a flash of a memory from 30 years ago.

Mom liked to buy all kinds of decorative things, usually the tacky, cheap, frilly kind.
But one day she decided we needed a wall clock that played bird songs on the hour every hour. Except at nights, obviously.

So dad was tasked to set up the clock when it arrived. He followed the instructions and mom proudly displayed the clock on the living room wall.
And we waited for the clock to do its thing.
Once the time was exactly a certain whatever o'clock it was, no sound. Huh. Odd. But mom figured maybe it takes the clock a while to adjust to the setting.
Soon we all forgot about the clock anyway.

That is, until midnight.
That was when the clock decided it's the time to play the cuckoo's cuckoo, twelve times, while we were all already asleep.
I still remember dad scrambling to shut the thing off and then do the exact opposite with the settings that he did originally.
After that the clock played a bird song on the hour every hour during day time. And it got very old very fast. Mom decided to turn the sound off.