The Chair
-Or-
Altar of a Goddess
In my mom's living room, there is a chair directly across from the t.v. A coffee table covered in scented candles, crossword puzzle magazines, candy and an ashtray is in front of this chair. The table reminds me of a Mexican Day of the Dead altar because of all the different artifacts and candles. This is my mom's little corner of the living room.
There have been many a night when I was home on a college break and I would return from a date with a container of left-overs. My mom would be slumped forward in her chair with her mouth half-open, snoring. Two candles on either side of the coffee table would be blazing. The whole scene reminded me of a pagan altar to the domestic goddess. As the deity slept, I would place the styrofoam containter on the table between the two candles and steal away into the night. The next morning, I would come downstairs to see if my offering was accepted. Usually it was--unless it was seafood. Then the container was in the fridge.
My sister told me yesterday that when my mom falls asleep in the chair, she plays a game with her. Since they have the super-deluxe digital cable, my sister will put on one of the Music Choice channels as mom "rests her eyes". Mom then starts to shake her leg and her head in time to the music--while she is sleeping. I suppose she is like one of the dancing flowers which were so popular a few years back.
I wonder if I can market a "Dancing Sleeping Marlene Doll." It would have "super leg-jiggling action". Maybe it will be a hot toy next Christmas.
