People who live alone can't listen to music? Geez, turning on the CD player and picking out the mood I want to be in that day, is the first thing I do after I get out of bed. Even before I turn on the coffee.
Why do you let its bigness take up space in your living room if you don't use it?
Maybe it's your dear departed mother trying to tell you that music is the spice of a single gal's life?
No, no, no, I never meant a single person never has need to turn on a music player - it's just that I obviously have no need to turn on a
turntable player when I have other methods and other sources.
I let its bigness take up room because it is a reminder of my childhood, sitting there listening to its speakers while my parents played their music.
It is the only thing I specifically asked my mother to leave to me.
Why did she turn it on? I don't know. Maybe she wants to communicate, maybe she wants me to play her music, maybe she just wanted to see if she could. No telling.
And it's eerie enough that she turned it on, so in the words of Josh on the SyFy series "Being Human" I'm going to throttle back on the crazy and not play music for ghosts. I really don't like the idea of my mother hanging around. I'm a single woman and you know...some things you don't want your mother to know, let alone witness.
