Saturday mornings as a child meant it was time to clean. The living room was my responsibility from a fairly young age. I dusted all of the large wooden (70's) pieces of furniture. One of those humungous pieces was the cabinet that held the record player. Music genres were as abundant as cleaning products in my house. Some Saturdays meant musicals. Others meant jazz. Occasionally there was classical. But some Saturdays we played this song. Loud. Really loud. Not once but over and over. I didn't care because it was disco and I am STILL a huge fan. It makes you dance even when you don't feel like it. I had no idea what the song meant though I did start to connect the dots. My Dad worked a man's job five days a week and occasionally he HAD to work a Saturday. I believe that it was played more on those weekends. They also had many, many, many challenges in those early years and I guess this was an anthem from time to time. They got in almost 40 years together so I think they ended up just fine.
I haven't thought about this song in years. Today, Donna Summer died. My friend posted this song and as soon as I hit "play" the memories flooded back to me. It brought me right back to the duets with my Mom. We would each take a part and try to hold the long note. As a grown woman I now know why she must've played this song on repeat loud enough to deafen her small child. I understand so much more these days.
This week has been a particularly tough one but I'm trying to keep above water. There are many interesting little ironies about this event and the timing of it all....but I guess in the spirit of Ms. Summer I will simply sing..."Enough is enough".
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