Adventures

Cleaning up with the help of dance floor riffs

It was just me, a broom & dustpan, a mop & bucket with cleaning fluid, a toothbrush & cloth, and the radio playing 1980’s riffs.  I love 1980’s music!  It is rare if I can’t remember the words to those songs.

Sounds like the perfect day, right?

Oh, I forgot to add the dirty floor, too.  Not from dancing mind you, but from neglect in the form of regular cleaning.  It is a big floor too.  Lots of dancing space for me and my partners that day.

I got into the groove of the tunes, you know, the ones I love to sing along with (especially when no one can hear me!).  Any form of motivation is appreciated.  I swept up the big debris with my first dancing partner of the day – Mr. Libman (aka, the broom).

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I painstakingly and meticulously cleaned the edges first with the toothbrush, then wiped the edges with a cloth in preparation for Mr. O’ Cedar (aka, the mop) as my second dancing partner.  He really knows how to clean up the room and give me a great workout at the same time.

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All was well as we rounded a couple edges of the room.  But out of the blue, arose such a clatter, the 1984 Top 40 Countdowns ended and the radio station flipped over to riffs I normally love to sing along with.  No biggy, I can switch gears.

But not that day – it was too early, the setting seemed so wrong.

It was too early for Christmas songs for this dancing crew.  It is still before Thanksgiving for goodness sake.

Some riffs are better played in a dimly lit room, snuggling all cozy in front of a fire, admiring the twinkling lights on the tree, watching the snow, gently falling outside while sipping a Tom & Jerry.  Ah, sounds like a perfect night.  That’s when Silent Night should be played.

Dang, I was stuck in the middle of a wet floor and had to go along with the change in tunes until I got back to dry floor.  (“It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas…”)  As I looked out at the snow on the ground I sang along with the riffs on the radio yet again.

Music always helps this landlord lady successfully clean rental units in preparation for new tenants to dance away.  I’m keeping my fingers crossed for ones who like to dance in white socks.

DailyPost Prompt:  Riff