My dad bought for me a mantle clock that I really like. I had wanted one for a long time, so a few years ago he found one for me at a used clock shop. The thing is that it may be 9:00 according to every other clock in the house, but that clock will chime 3 and read 12:00. An hour later, it might chime 6 and read 4:00.
This summer I discovered that we have a one-eyed squirrel. Something not quite right about that, either. I named it Jack, until I realized it was a girl, then I named it Jill.
On Thanksgiving, our guests were admiring the view and a young buck that was coming into our yard. As he approached, it became obvious that the silly thing had only one antler. The other side had just a wee nubby thing.
Something is going on around here. Things are not as they should be. And I LIKE it!