I wrote over a decade ago about my OCD song, which may date back 55 years in my tuneless humming. There are two, actually, and I decided that one of them sorta kinda has similarity to "Jesu Joy of Man's Desiring." When I catch myself humming my OCD song, I'm going to switch to the Bach peice, and see if I can train my brain to get stuck on that more lovely tune instead.
Note: Having a life soundtrack seemed to be a thing then. I think I got the idea from one or both of my older children. Just a victim of peer pressure.
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Funny how these links go. Whenever I peel onions I remember one story by Henry Kuttner. It has nothing whatever to do with onions. And since I read the collection it was part of in one sitting, there's no reason why chores afterwards would have settled on that one from the bunch.
Whenever I chop sweet onions I am reminded of BS King's younger brother. There is a section of lawn that I mow that always prompts thinking about one couple from our church, and one section I snowblow that reminds me of another. No reason.
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