My life is filled with music. Number one thing on my list each morning, as you can guess, is feed He Who Waits for No One and nothing will sway him from standing alongside that bowl. Second on the list you can guess without me going into detail. And number three is turn on the radio in the upstairs bathroom. My fave oldies station plays the kind of music I’m inclined to want early in the morning, but they also give frequent traffic updates, and in a household where both of us now go to work, that’s a necessity. In the car, it’s the same station, and I hum along as I toodle. Television commercial music is quite often, these days, based on a song I either remember from years past (ah, yes, advertising playing to the boomer generation) or have heard more recently as I cruise thru the land of Sirius.
But lately I’ve also been noticing music in things most unmusical. When I plug the cell phone into the charger, I hear two notes from The Blue Danube. When I open the microwave to retrieve the hot cuppa, I hear notes from Three Lock Box. Oh, okay, not really. But the similarity is so great that it starts me humming. So glad the coffee maker’s dirge comes later in the morning and does not set the tone for the day.
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