I've had my clock repair man, Lou, take a look and he says the clock is in perfect condition. He told me to be patient, that the clock will come around on its own good time. He laughed at the pun and left.
I've re-hung the clock in a few different spots in case it needed more light or maybe less light. I've hung it high, I've hung it low. I moved it into the kitchen so it could watch me cook, but the clock's hands refused to budge.
Yesterday, I sat down and tried to reason with the clock. I explained how important its job is and how grateful I would be if it would cooperate. I offered it a cup of tea and even a freshly baked cookie. When that didn't work, I sung it a country love song. The clock just stared back at me unmoving. Maybe it doesn't like country music.
