Those of us 'in the club', now enjoy a musical concert without even buying a ticket. Think about it, the beep of the microwave, the bell on your timer, the repetitive tune of your smartphone demanding you pick it up. The ping you have a message, the pong of breaking news, and the music goes on. That’s just for starters. You have battery alarms in your ears, fire alarms that go off on a whim, doorbells, at your door, or on the tv, or in your head. We go through our days with unnamed melodies and smart is the one who can distinguish one from the other.
Case in point, I just got my new hearing aids and was happy to finally drive to the grocery store; deaf no more. Suddenly there was an alarm in my car. I saw no lights on the dashboard, but the noise was incessant. I looked at my phone; silent, I looked for a warning light; absent, The tension was mounting. I pulled the car over, unsnapped my seat belt to yet another melody, all the time worried the engine might explode. With the motor off, I suddenly heard a tiny little voice in my ear say, ‘battery low”. It was an aha moment. Life in the club is full of them.
