She has the big giant console stereo turned up way high…the sun is streaming into the big picture window of our 1970′s ranch house.Â
“never gonna stop
give it up
such a dirty mind…… my my my woah….my ‘m’m'm’y Sharona!”
We are dancing. She is dusting the glass top tables. I am dancing around the room, sliding to and fro on my sock clad feet.
This one memory that remains for some odd reason…a happy one. I can still smell the furniture polish, remember the beam of sun through the big picture window in the living room glittering off the tall orange vase in the corner.Â
The only time I ever remember anything about my mother fondly..is when that song comes on. It’s brief…it’s fleeting…I’m a little girl in an instant, grinding my non-existent hips to the jive.Â
Ohhhh but maybe it’s just because I really had a thing for The Knack at age 9.