Got home after a long day out, and went searching for Gracie, who was in her new hidey-spot: The corner of the spare room, between two bookcases, where it’s very difficult for Tig to bully her. And because I have a long history of show tunes and movie musical tunes in my head, I started singing “In My Own Little Corner” to her as I lured her out for some attention.
Scanning the TV Guide listings tonight, I find that our Richmond PBS will be showing—you guessed it—Rodgers & Hammerstein’s “Cinderella,” whence (ooh, fancy word!) came the song I was just singing.
Guess what I’ll be doing from 8 to 10 p.m.?
It’s a G-d thing.
Guess what you’ll be doing from 8 till 10? Hmmmm… singing to Gracie?
Seriously: now that I remember, something similar happened to me a few weeks ago. I got on a kick for a Canadian women’s duo that was famous here in the 1970s and started listening to the CDs of their re-released albums quite a bit. Then, one evening, I turned on the radio, and the program just happened to be a re-broadcast of a concert by the very same duo where they performed many of the same songs that are on the albums.