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Show Cleaning the House to "Hard Rock" they still do that one-using different cheeks--they call it the Bump. It's no wonder they never have enough strength to pick up their socks at home. Those dances they do sap all their energy for weeks at a time. How would you like to try to waltz to "Play That Funky Music" or "Muskrat Ramble"? I guess if I would work to my sons' music more often I could turn off Jack Lalayne, 1 wouldn't need any more exercise. And the funny thing is, I'm beginning to be brainwashed by hearing it constantly. I find myself going around humming and singing the top ten hits and turning up the radio when Peter Frampton comes on. By Mary Gae Kvans PAHOWAN - We have, at our house, an early morning situation known as "the after the kids get off to school mess." It happens every weekday-clothes pulled out of drawers, rejected, then draped over chairs or thrown on beds; toothpaste adorning the side of the sink with the cap left off the overflowing tube; and hair dryers and wet towels lying on the bathroom cabinet. Cereal and bits of toast add to the vestiges of last night's late evening snacks, the crumbs on the floor usually mixed with a little milk where some well-meaning well-meaning young helper fed the cat and ran over the dish. This may sound like a very discouraging situation but yesterday morning, instead of turning on my TV soap operas, I pushed in the tape on my son's stereo to enjoy working to a little music. In just 30 seconds I had the work all done and was lying in a heap on the floor. Boy oh boy, it takes a superwoman to work in time to that music. I'm used to turning on a little Charlie Pride or Merle Haggard and wandering slowly through the work with tears in my eyes. What ever happened to nice quiet music like "Moonlight and Roses," "Stardust," and "Marzy Doats and Dosy Doats." Remember the romantic dancing "cheek to cheek." I've notice |