Nothing like going barefoot in February. Texas has a tendency to mix up winter and spring. Its forecast to be near 80 degrees today.
I have a clock that hangs on the wall in the living room. It is an old fashioned kind that winds up. Once you wind it all the way up, it runs for about three weeks before it needs winding again. It chimes the hour and half hour.
Last night, it was working as usual, I woke up a little before my alarm went off and heard it chime 6 at the proper time. I noticed it was slow chiming and made a mental note to wind it.
Sitting, having my coffee, and noticed it wasn’t ticking. I looked at it, it had stopped. So, I went over to wind it and noticed it had stopped exactly on the hour. I wound it, and moved the minute hand to set it to the right time–7:19.
IT CHIMED EIGHT O’CLOCK!
Somehow in that hour and twenty minutes, the clock moved forward TWO HOURS.
The thing with a clock like this that chimes, you can’t run it back an hour, that messes up the chimes. You have to run it forward eleven hours. I didn’t feel like doing that so I left it stopped until I came home from lunch and could run it forward four hours.
It’s now after 4 p.m. and it seems to be keeping time correctly.
I’m still kinda freaked out.
Truth can be stranger than fiction
And as I edit this a few days later, another strange thing has happened. The air filter in the heater was changed and neither of us has any memory of doing it. Hubby noticed the dirty one in the trash and assumed I did it. Unless I did it in a sleepwalking episode, I didn’t change it either. We’re the only two people living here. 👀
And two pennies with the year of his birth on them have turned up inside a week.