Saturday morning before work finds me with a rag and the vinegar bottle, hands and knees on my kitchen floor, working.
The 10,000 things? The mysteries of the universe? The uncountable varieties of growing things in a Vermont July? Scrubbing the kitchen floor is one of these — as much as exploring waterfalls.
a time to live
and a time to die
but never to reject the moment.
— Lao Tzu
5 thoughts on “Kitchen Floor Grit”
My knees could not take it. That time has passed.
I’m sure you’re not mourning that chore all that much!
I love a clean floor. Always on my to do list and often ignored. Go figure
I figure this: it’s a pain to wash the kitchen floor, but awfully nice under bare feet. 🙂
Adding cleaning the kitchen floor to the to do list.