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Music in the Fridge?

Tonight I received a phone call from my Nanna.

My Nanna is eighty-four: a tiny, silver haired woman from Manchester who, after living in Australia for fifty years, still has a strong accent. She and my Pop, who is eighty-seven, live out in Hurstville in Sydney, and they water their garden and plant new flowers, and worry about spending money on things like eye operations. I tell them to get the eye operations. You shouldn't be in your eighties and worrying about if it's right to be able to see. You get the eye fixed. But they've been dirt poor and, when they came to Australia, left trades and houses for nothing but what they could scrap together; so they're always worried that one day they'll wake up and have to go back to operating a sandwich shop again to make money. They're a little insane like that, but it's the general immigrant grandparent insanity, and quite low key. Otherwise, my Nanna teaches me to make apple pie and, while I can't manage half as well as her, it's good to have the goal. I long ago stopped trying to meet my Pop's cooking skills. I just eat and am happy.

Anyhow, I got a phone call tonight:

"You'll never believe this," my Nanna said. "I can't believe it myself, but I've got to tell someone. It's just too weird. Too weird. You're never going to believe this, Ben, but the fridge is playing music."

"What?"

"The fridge is playing music. It's been doing it for two days."

"Has Pop heard this?"

"Yes," she said, annoyed. "When I came home today I heard it--heard it at 2.30. Then at 3.30, 4.30, 5.30, and 6.30. I didn't hear it at 7.30, but I called Clifford--I called Clifford up during the day and he heard it. We both had a good laugh. It's the same song playing in our fridge. It sounds daft, but really, the fridge has music."

"Ah." I hesitated. "Music in your fridge?"

"It sounds daft, I know. If I was hearing it from someone I'd think it was daft. It's always the same music. It begins with a man speaking and then ends with that song that goes, 'have you ever been in love?' Do you know that song?"

"Not really. Do you have a clock in your fridge?"

"Of course not!" she snapped in that politely English/Grandmother way.

And on and on we went. She thinks that the neighbours have bought some sort of gadget that is, somehow, playing through their fridge. I'm thinking that my Pop, who has his moments, might have left something not food in it. Nanna tells me it's just fruit and milk and juice, but, well, what can I say? I told her she should have a look through the fridge and she said she would, tomorrow, but I don't think she will. I think I might end up out there, looking through her fridge (and around it). But the whole thing is just a bit on the weird side, with the undercurrent of worry you get for old people who might, y'know, be slipping slightly. Unless of course she is right and there's some odd piece of technology beaming out bits of music and radio chatter into my Nanna and Pop's fridge.

But life just isn't that satisfyingly weird, I find.

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joey_j0jo
Oct. 24th, 2005 01:05 pm (UTC)
That happened to me once, I left the handy mp3 player in there. Who knows?
benpeek
Oct. 24th, 2005 01:11 pm (UTC)

my grandparents are a bit technologically limited. if it's an mp3 player, my nanna won't know what it is :)
bodhichitta0
Oct. 24th, 2005 01:42 pm (UTC)
It is weird that it's the same song! We've had garage door episodes and doorbell episodes and walkie talkie episodes but it's always been different songs. You may have to head out there when you get a chance, Ben. It sounds almost too interesting not to investigate.

benpeek
Oct. 24th, 2005 10:34 pm (UTC)
i'm actually thinking it won't be that interesting, but you might be right, i might have to go round there just to see. especially if it keeps up.
speshal_k
Oct. 24th, 2005 04:03 pm (UTC)
2.30. Then at 3.30, 4.30, 5.30, and 6.30

There does seem to be a pattern...
benpeek
Oct. 24th, 2005 10:34 pm (UTC)
i hope it's a real one :)
girliejones
Oct. 25th, 2005 01:46 am (UTC)
You *have* to go round and look! I can't stand the suspense!
ceret
Oct. 24th, 2005 11:12 pm (UTC)
The most likely explanation that I can see here is that your Nanna is NOT imagining random noises from her fridge. Rather, YOU are imagining random noises from your phone. Are you sure it was even plugged in?
benpeek
Oct. 25th, 2005 12:21 pm (UTC)
wait, am i even having this conversation? am i truly here? am i at the computer? is my life just a lie?
ceret
Oct. 25th, 2005 10:45 pm (UTC)
My work here is done.
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