It wasn't a government regulation that Rick and I buy a Cuckoo Clock to receive our Swiss nationalities, but we wanted one anyway.
I like the tiny wooden chalet that reminds me of wonderful weekends in the Valais Alps.
It is a pleasure looking at the little wooden man sawing wood as his pup looks on.
It strikes the hour and plays a different song including Clementine.
Rick and I have a debate on the way it strikes the hour. I say it does double. One is bring-bring. Two is bring-bring,bring-bring. Rick says the second round is an echo. I add probably off an Alp into a valley below.
The clock is supposed to shut itself off at night and it does, but it wakes at a different times, 7 a.m., 8 a.m. and sometimes it sleeps in until 10. Likewise it may go to bed at nine or ten at night.
This is not Swiss behavior with their desire to be on time. Or maybe there's an elf inside the clock who thinks two ex-Americans would never notice.
I hope the clock's erratic behavior isn't because it doesn't like being owned by naturalized citizens.

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