Random Meanderings of a Pre-dawn Mind: Cycling Concerto
Updated: Feb 22
By Lucinda Bunn
I’m not planting corn or painting barns, but I am painting words on a page and right now I’m craving coffee.
It’s 3:57 a.m. I’ve been up for an hour. Somewhere in the last year or so, I went from swing shift to farmer. Bedtime by 8pm became a thing and getting up around 3:33 am became the start of my day.
My dishwasher is running. I intentionally focused on the sound for 20 minutes while I was meditating. And I wonder. How does it do that? Hold rhythm like that? Is it listening to music on the inside? Are all the dishes members of an orchestra while the swishy water conducts?
How do they keep the sheet music dry?
It's all percussion. The silverware. The glasses. The ramekins. That's amazing. They can make so much music with just percussion. It's like STOMP with spoons and water.
Opera night happens when the Tupperware lid melts to the element on the bottom. Those tickets are hard to get though. Rumors about as to whether or not the Tupperware lid can be heard screaming. Is that what happens instead of the fat lady singing?
The water is doing a solo acapella right now. Sounding like it's leaking into places it shouldn't be.
Oh there it is! The crescendo! The fast jets are banging on my big glass popcorn bowl and pans like steel drums! And symbols!
Just in the time I've been writing this, I have heard several completely unique and separate orchestrations coming out of the box that's washing the pesto off my dinner dishes.
Who knew a home appliance could bring a person so much joy?