Each Labor Day, I mop my floors. Now, that is a strange compulsion, isn’t it? Although it sounds as if I mop my floors only once a year, I do mop them throughout the year too. And, the word compulsion is a little misleading because no one is forcing me to do this, so maybe I should call it a tradition. It has become a habit and a way of celebrating being able to mop. Plus, it just feels good to have a clean house.
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, but they were for all year, not just for Labor Day: if a lady wore a hat, she wore gloves, girls and women never wore a hat at night, we dressed up when we went to town and certainly, we dressed as nicely as we could when we went to church.
Another Labor Day activity will be to continue writing my next cozy mystery. But, that isn’t work–that’s fun!
This is Labor day 2023 and I’ll celebrate having clean floors as well as the ability to mop them. I guess there are stranger traditions 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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