Inside wind chime, has a fan under it that blows the chime. Motor is on a timer that goes off and on through out the day. It also has a plug in for the wall.
When outdoor wind chimes aren’t irritating enough, you can spend just $1 and be irritated at random intervals during the day in the comfort of your own home.
Hey, I remember seeing those in that one movie… with the action. The guy rigs a bomb up that uses an electric wind chime as the timer. Of course he tries taking it out to his car on a windy day and it goes off.
The company above has wind chimes tuned to classical music, they have door harps and gongs. I love this store.
I know some people get cheap wind chimes that just make noise. I agree that those are not good. I would rather save up to buy one decent chime than have a dozen tinny chimes all over the patio. [end chime defense]
There was (long ago) a place in the old Mercado there in San Diego that made ‘bass’ wind chimes, heavy copper tubing, 3, 4, 5′ long–some even in minor keys, too.
A much more subtle, soothing sound than the tinny pekinese yapping of common chimes.
One more thing I’ll miss, having become house-less.
Oh, Capn! Sorry to hear that. Not that the job market is any better in San Diego, but we will have a room for rent in a few months. Must tolerate birds, not be allergic, cats are also allowed. 8)
It’s OK, Karmyn, You did good! Going to the box (top right corner of the page) is the reward for having a GREAT comment. It is one of the highest honors, second only to having Taco show you the “Jingly Taco Thong”*
No, the corner is a completely different thing. Although if you stick around long enough, you’re bound to spend some time there. (Don’t worry, most days there are lots of chums to chat with in there)
I can hear the bells,
My head is reeling,
I can hear the bells,
I can’t stop the peeling, I can hear the bells,
Everybody warns that he won’t like me selling, but please dear buyer, take this contraption from me…*
I love wind chimes, but they can be annoying to others.
“A little Consideration, a little Thought for Others, makes all the difference.” – Winnie the Pooh
The Wind Chimes
Two wind chimes,
one brass and prone to anger,
one with the throat of an angel,
swing from my porch eave,
sing with the storm.
Last year I lived five months
under that shrill choir,
boxing your house, crowding books
into crates, from some pages
your own voice crying.
Some days the chimes raged.
Some days they hung still.
They fretted when I dug up
the lily I gave you in April,
blooming, strangely, in fall.
Together, they scolded me
when I counted pennies you left
in each can, cup, and drawer,
when I rechecked the closets
for remnants of you.
The last day, the house empty,
resonant with space, the two chimes
had nothing to toll for.
I walked out, took them down,
carried our mute spirits home.
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