Everything fit together like clockwork until one piece went missing. The remaining pieces are holding together but things don’t feel quite as tight. Life ticks along until suddenly that sprocket doesn’t show up. My gear expectantly reaches out and, with nothing there to mesh with, spins out into free fall.
In his retirement, Stephen Tilden has become wary of clocks.
Like my dear old Grandma used to say, “After 60 all your screws fall out.”
Not so, says my grandfather clock with its gears, weights and cables all exposed for tending. It’s ticks, tocks and dings remind me I am on track, but our internal ticker sure can take a fall. Heaven forbid.
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