Who doesn’t love a mystery??
Good, now maybe y’all can help me solve one.
We have a metronome on the piano. It’s been there since I was little and was used extensively to help me keep a steady rhythm as I practiced.
I rather hated it. Not the metronome so much, but the incessant repetition of scales, one after another.
(I know — scales were good for me. But how many little kids like hearing that?)
Anyway, the metronome looks like this:
As you can see, it’s OLD. Way before the time of digital, electronic, quartz metronomes. Or free metronome apps.
But it still works. It was made in Germany and features a pendulum that you set to a precise number of beats per minute; the clicking sound still makes me nervous.
The other morning, I went into the living room and found the faceplate lying on the carpet, a good six feet away from the metronome itself (which, as I already mentioned, was sitting on top of the upright piano — not a short spinet, but one as tall as the strings in a baby grand).
The question is, How did it get there??
Here, take a look at the metronome broken apart (and no, this isn’t the way I found it):
You’ll notice the faceplate has a latch on top and because it’s old, you have to work to get it unhinged. Additionally, the faceplate has a grooved lip that slides into the base before you can latch it. So it’s a two-step process — lip in bottom, latch on top.
I was the last person in the living room. I went in about nine o’clock to fill some bald spots in the Christmas tree with more decorations.
The faceplate wasn’t on the carpet then.
Darling Dallas sleeps in my room, and I had my door shut. He’s never learned how to open a shut door, nor has he ever learned how to climb on the piano bench and operate the metronome.
All the exterior doors were shut and locked, as they were the next morning.
I didn’t hear anything unusual overnight (and a metronome faceplate flying across the room should make a sound, don’t you think?)
Nor do I sleepwalk.
So, dear readers, who wants to solve my mystery (and remember, this isn’t one of those “I-know-but-I-want-you-to-guess” things. I really don’t know!)