Saturday 12/30/2023
This morning my neighbor Dr. Margaret called me in to help her fix her antique clock. It’s a very tall “grandfather” — I think the right term is a “case clock” — easily 7 foot high that her grandfather got in payment for a medical bill, in England way back sometime. She had been trying to adjust the pendulum and disconnected the pendulum. There’s only one guy in the whole bay area who works on these and he’s booked out for months. So I provided the muscle and at her direction we removed the top cover that surrounds the works. Then we could see where and how the pendulum attaches, and it was fairly simple to reattach it. Then the clock starts the tick… tock… routine just like a grandfather clock should sound.
Later in the day I polished the clear coat of the 240z. That revealed a number of glaring flaws in the finish, but you only see them if you are like an inch away. I thought I knew what I was doing with this paint job but… I gave serious thought to ordering a new kit and doing it all over again. OTOH, once it’s done and in a nice clear plastic box, nobody will notice.
Got bored in the afternoon and went down to FOPAL and processed four boxes of computer donations. Later, had dinner with Patty and Stew and Kathy.
Codgerville 