Three Eargasms

In the last few days, there have been three distinct sounds which deserved and grabbed my attention. They are as follows (in chronological order):
1. Racket ball ricochet:
Yesterday, I was lifting with Mr. Clean. We came across the current apple of his eye: a brown-eyed coed named FJ. Mr. Clean realizes that there are other hombres gunning for FJ, and FJ knows it too. However, the status of this complicated set of relationships is not the focus to my story...no, the key is WHERE we encountered FJ. She was in the company of this dude named Red.
On their way in to do battle in a Racket ball Chamber, Mr. Clean struck up a conversation. FJ leaned against the wall, left sole on the wall supporting her, right foot on the floor. She interacted with both Mr Clean and Red, while they gently sparred with each other. I wasn't in the mood to get deeply involved, responding to questions posed at me, and chose instead to focus on bouncing the blue Ball they were about to bash around.
I wonder if designing of such a sphere required any audible research. Did they try to design into the ball the type of sound found pleasing to the Ball's target demographic? The reason for this inquiry is that the sound I found INTOXICATING. I adore it enough to state in my will that I require each funeral guest to obtain a racket ball ball to bounce and honor my memory...that's if I even wanted a funeral, which I don't. But that's neither here nor there.
2. TINK cans
As adorable as they are, my kitties have fleas. I have applied various potions to their napes in an effort to rid their lovely kitty bodies from said infestation. But my small apartment provided only a tiny bit of square-footage for these arachnids to divide and conquer. Therefore, Monday through Wednesday of this week was spent relatively sleepless as these small demons infested my bed and chomped on the flesh of my feet.
I have since removed all the trash, extra crap which I classified as trash, etc out of the apartment, locked the kitties out, and released a gas bomb. No explosion, just effervescence of this green gas which killed numerous bugs and two large cockroaches I found belly up on the bathroom floor when I came back after the apartment had been adequately ventilated.
The bags of empty cans I meant to recycle were left just outside the door. It rained last night (my second night in a bed sans fleas!) and the bag was buoyed aloft by a large puddle which forms outside my window due to clogged downspout-age. The bag, being top-heavy, fell over at some point, the cans floated out, and the puddle's water disappeared into the porous dirt underneath it leaving the cans strewn around in what could be considered a purely chaotic/random display (see picture please).

When I awoke, I heard the pleasing TINK of raindrops on roses...ahem...aluminum cans, and laid in bed for what must have been ten minutes simply listening to same. It was gorgeous.
3. Ewan-Shaver Octaves
As per regulation, when at last I did arise, I sadly shaved off the proud growth of my just-past-pre-pubescent beard. A day's work gone! But I had to get to class. For the pruning process I employ a small electric Wal-Mart razor I've had for five years. The double A's which are the motivation of its oscillation, naturally, begin to fade with use. But the ones I have in it are relatively new and afford my ears an elevated pitch. Of course, with time, the pitch will descend until I must get a new pair...somewhere in the low B range.
This morning, I listened to music from the Album Moulin Rouge. The version of "Your Son" was blasting forth and the lyrics were just beginning to fill my ears...
"My gift is my song
And this one's for you..."
Just after Ewan's open tonal enunciation of the word "you," I pushed the little red button and was rewarded by the buzz of its function. Crazily enough, it happened to be exactly an octave above the note just sung by Ewan! I couldn't believe the coincidence and basked in the glow.
Needless to say I had to retest and switched off the shaver, rewound the song, and it was again spot on. Earlier this week I saw a shooting star. I wonder if the two are linked? Doubtful...