When we moved here the church had a carillon, circa: 1974 (1864?). The 'tapes' that went in it were warped and there were no replacements; not on ebay, Craig's list, or from the company (which was now just one retired guy in the assisted living part of the local nursing home). Eventually the time mechanism got so screwed up on it that I won the unspoken argument to shut 'er down. It was unspoken because I did it and when one person questioned why, I handed them the manual and encouraged them that if they could get it to work they should.
I thought I was safe from superflous serenades for the rest of our time here for what small, rural church would spend hard to come by funds on supposedly soothing air pollution? The answer of course is, this one!
Over $1000 was spent on a digital noise maker with over 1,ooo songs and a satellite system that keeps it running on time. The monitor is nicer than mine. The problem is that the guy who knows how to program it - I REFUSE to learn - is very busy and we are currently on a rotation of about 10 songs. The thing chimes every hour and plays little diddies at 9, 12, 3 and 6.
If I hear Here I am Lord one more fireplacin' time, there is going to be heck to pay. And if Onward Christian Soldiers wakes me up from one more nap I am going to go over to all of the people's houses who love it so much - those who are nowhere close to being within ear shot - and I am going to sing Amazing Grace outside of their window as loud as I can at 3 in the morning.
Empty threats? Just try me.