Seems as though my latest shipment of cuckoo clock parts has, uh, shipped.
I'm working on a little one for the niece's First Communion. And why a cuckoo clock for her First Communion? She wanted a cuckoo clock at some point, and why not? I suppose I could give her a nice crucifix or something, but I'm sure someone else will cover that.
The clock has been fixed, except for one thing -- the door. That is one of the things which is on its way. I have the clock running on the stairs going to the basement.
And now I don't want to give it away.
She's a lovely one. So small and dainty. She cuckoos quite slowly, which makes it easy to count (and so good for small children). But her little high-note cuckoos in the middle of the night have become quite special to me, and I'm loathe to give her away. She has a definite personality among all the other cuckoos in the house.
Still. I can't very well abandon the plan at this point, can I?
Installing the door is going to be tricky. Or rather, the door is easy, but connecting the opening rod to the underside of the birdie -- without disassembling the whole works, which now work -- is going to be a huge pain in the ass.
She'd better like this, that's all I'm sayin'.
I came across a HUGE chalet style one at the VV Boutique on Saturday, for fifty bucks. Musical, with dancers, a lumberjack, and a carpenter. Quite a good deal, actually, although it needs some work (don't they all?). I passed, however, and it was tough. I hafta hafta hafta get other ones going and finished before I start bringing in new ones again. And for all of my tinkering, it's this tiny one that has been the first to work with hardly any issues at all.
But she'll be flying away soon to her new perch in Mississauga.