March 2018 SOLC–Day 14
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“Ok, Molly,” I told myself, “Snow day or not, it’s time to get your PJ-bottomed-butt moving. This house is a mess!”
Cleaning is not my jam, as they say. In fact, there are probably petrified streaks of jam on more than one surface in my kitchen. Through trial and error, though, I’ve discovered that playing loud music is an antidote to the cleaning blues. So to get things started, I typed “fun cleaning music” into YouTube. A selection of playlists appeared and I randomly chose one. Click! The music pumped out of the speakers. I raised the volume to borderline painful, and then, I started cleaning. Music almost makes cleaning fun!… Well, not really.
At any rate, a couple of songs into my cleaning frenzy, the distinctive opening trumpet notes of OMI’s song, “Cheerleader” filled the room. I froze, Pledge in hand, and was instantly transported back to the Summer of 2015. “Cheerleader” was one of the “songs of summer” that year (according to some program I heard on NPR). That was the year we traveled to Europe as a family, and my youngest daughter and I went early for a week together in Brittany, France (I just sliced about this briefly here). It was, hands down, one of the best experiences of my life.
So, with that summer’s soundtrack playing, I stopped cleaning (d&*!) and scrolled through my pictures on a trip down memory lane. As I looked through the photos, I slipped into a Breton reverie of tooling around in our rented Peugeot, listening to the radio (“Cheerleader” played a lot!), reading guide books together, planning our day’s adventures, exploring, cooking dinner together at night, chatting about the day, reviewing our photos, walking on the beach… The best of times.
The final notes of “Cheerleader” blasted out and with a jolt, I returned to the snowy reality of 2018 and my messy house. With no hesitation, I hit replay.
Three or four times.
Note: I was going to attach a link to the song. It’s fun and catchy but then I read the lyrics. Oops. Still, it takes me back.