music to my ears

I've begun to reacquaint myself with my kitchen, post flood reno. I pulled bowls and glasses and pots and pans from boxes and decided where they would fit into the new space. One difficult to reach cupboard had become a storage bunker and culling was required. It was a bit like an archaeological dig. Back I went through pre-Aldergrove, circa 1978 wedding gifts, my childhood kitchen, my grandmothers kitchen. Music to weep to, was the unfortunate soundtrack sighing in the background. Where's Motown when you need it. Some bee bop and shoe bop sha whanna whanna would have lifted my spirit. Cry me a River would have steeled my resolve and I'd have been dancing among the wrappings to Sugar Pie Honey Bunch.