As is his want, on occasion, my son made a CD of music he knew I would appreciate. Indeed after traveling through his selections it was hard not to offer the creature severe laudations. He had arranged a series of loud dramatic renditions guaranteed to explode the emotions and blaze the imagination. From Gustav’s war to Ludwig’s 9th I was exhausted and entertained by the time I neared the homestead.
Then just to show how clever he is he ended the CD with Niikolai’s “Flight of the Bumblebee” a pert cheerful tune to ease earlier tensions. . .how clever is that? I hear you mumble. Well; at the very moment the music began so a Bumble Bee flew erratically threw one window of my car then out another. “What timing and precision!” I proclaimed “This is why we keep him on our Christmas card list.” Then I became nervous for I knew the next piece on the CD was incidental music from Jurassic Park. . .what spontaneous surprise would he have in store for me with that collection I wondered? We had argued the day before.