Each Labor Day, I mop my floors. Now, that sounds strange, doesn’t it, as if I mop my floors only once a year? Actually, I mop throughout the year. I don’t know how or when my habit of mopping on the first Monday in September began. It was many years ago. That’s my way of celebrating the fact that I still have the health and energy to labor. Two years ago, mopping didn’t happen. That was the year I broke my hip in August. By September I was very thankful to be able to walk but wasn’t quite into the mopping mode. Yesterday, being of sound mind and body and feeling energetic and youthful, I filled a mop bucket with vinegar and hot water, grabbed a clean rag, got down on my knees (it’s good to pray while one is in that position anyway) and scrubbed kitchen, hall and baths. Boy! Did I feel triumphant afterward. I had done battle with dirt and I had won!
When I was a whole lot younger, Labor Day marked the end of summer, more or less. We started back to school. We no longer wore white shoes because although the weather may have been hot, summer was over! We had other rules too which have since fallen by the wayside.If a lady wore a hat, she wore gloves. Girls and women never wore a hat at night. But I digress.
Here it is the day after Labor Day and I celebrate having clean floors! And being able to get out of bed.
I guess there are stranger compulsions and perhaps some that don’t have such sparkling results. I just hope that next Labor Day, I’m able to get down on my knees and mop again!
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