It was such a brilliant phrase that I stirred myself awake to write it on a slip of paper on my night table. In the morning I read “teetered but held.” Hmmm. Not bad, but what was teetering? I could not remember the blog I was writing in my mind. I was probably dreaming it, but nothing remained except the three provocative words.
Here’s something I do wake up with – music in my ears that stops only when I am talking or listening to something else. Over and over I was hearing "Silent Night, Holy Night, All is Calm… " and this was well before Christmas. Almost immediately after being beset by this most uncomfortable can’t-shake-it music, I read about it. No solution, but a name. It’s called an ear-worm.
Shortly afterward I had an office visit with my doctor and asked how to erase it from my head, and he laughed, “A friend just told me he keeps hearing “It’s a Small World After All.” I don’t know why it struck him funny. Well, it wasn’t singing in his head. I tried to change songs. All I could come up with was "Sing a Song of Six Pence." I got stuck and sang to Art, ”The maid was in the garden…” I stopped abruptly and looked questioningly at him, and he obligingly sang, “Hanging up the clothes.” Yes, now I had a whole new song. It started a pattern – different songs would sing in my head. This morning I woke up to, “You’re in the army now, you’re not behind the plow, you gotta get up….” Good grief, WWII. But mostly it’s “Round yon vir-irgin mother and child…”
So, who out there knows about ear-worms and how do I get rid of this background head music? Help!