I was on a roll, cleaning the house. I had just begun to mop the floors when the mophead flew off. It had totally rusted through and disengaged itself from the long handle. JB asked, “What’s going on?” when he heard my frustrated grunt. He said I should go get a new mop, but you know how it is when you are in the cleaning groove. I knew it wouldn’t come back if I left, so my arm became the handle and I mopped holding onto the mophead (see photo above). Besides, JB had Marvin Gaye on— very, very loud. In fact, moments before he had come downstairs to slow dance to a motown groove.
So I mopped the whole floor, bent over, with a mophead in my hand. It wasn’t quite a Qigong movement (“Mophead in Hand Swirls Spic and Span on Dirty Floor”), but I got a whole lot more exercise and the floors got a whole lot cleaner than they would have had the mophead stayed in place. Sometimes you just have to seize the moment.