Thursday, August 24, 2006

Perhaps I should have titled this blog, “Be Careful When Allowing Workers Into Your Home.” I told you about Pete, the young Romanian who came to our house to work for a few hours. On his way out he saw our piano and said, “I will play for you”—which he did. He played Lara’s Theme. We enjoyed it. And then he left. That should have been the end of it. It wasn’t!

For over three weeks, my wife and I have been obsessed, possessed—or something, with Lara’s Theme. Almost every hour on the hour or more often, one of us breaks into song:
“SOMEWHERE MY LOVE, THERE WILL BE SONGS TO SING, SOMEWHERE MY LOVE…………” On and on it goes, humming, whistling, singing. One or the other, or both of us get out of bed in the morning singing, go to the breakfast table singing, go through the day, off and on, singing and on the way to bed we hear or sing: “SOMEWHERE MY LOVE………”

I warn you: Don’t read this and start humming the song. I can’t be responsible for what might happen.

We are thinking about electric shock. Hey, it couldn’t hurt. We’ve got a lot of stuff we would like to forget.