Last year at about this time, I was frantically finishing a term paper when our dryer blew up. No joke. There was a loud bang, a series of sparks, a little smoke, and a dead dryer. Since spring is not the time on the West Coast to reliably hang laundry out to dry (and the old dryer was beyond repair), Jeff set off to find a replacement. Because my head was burried deep in a paper, I could only think of one requirement- the colour. In all honesty, I rely on Jeff to make all technical decisions in our life, so sending him off to buy an appliance on his own really isn't a big thing for us.
In the end, Jeff chose the dryer that happened to be on sale that weekend, and we ended up with a few extra features that otherwise, we would have passed over. And those extras, I'm sad to admit, are wonderful. Having an extra large drum came in so handy when washing our nephew's damp camping gear (8 blankets) a few weeks back, and I love that the moisture sensor shuts the dryer off when its contents are dry, instead of cooking them to a crisp. But most of all, I LOVE that it plays a happy song when it is finished a cycle.
Since crawling out from under my MA rock a few weeks back, I've noticed a whole number of things in our house that I was oblivious to for the past year (or two). You know- dirt in corners, messy drawers, layers of dust- that sort of thing. And I really noticed our dryer song. I was puttering in the laundry room this week when the dryer song went off, and I caught myself absently playing along an accompaniment on the laundry counter. I actually had to look down at what I was tapping out to realize song I was playing. I can't believe it took me a year to realize that my dryer sings Schubert's "Die Forelle".
Now... the oddest thing is that "Die Forelle" is actually a song about a trout. I can't imagine what a fish has to do with my dryer. Hopefully, NOTHING! Here is the original piece, complete with the piano accompaniment that is, apparently, stuck somewhere between my subconscious and my fingers.
It somehow seem so fitting that Jeff and I have a dryer that plays Schubert.
And that's probably the most random and weird sentence I have written in all my life.
Here are two more arrangements of this very sweet tune, for solo piano and for piano quintet. I can't imagine that doing laundry here will ever quite be the same!