Do you remember one of the closing scenes in Fiddler on the Roof when they must leave Anatevka? Golda slips back into their cottage at the last moment to "sweep up". She just can't leave without doing that.
That kind of sentiment is not lost on me.
I have no explanation for why I needed to come clear to China to discover that I truly feel so passionately about mops and brooms.
But I did.
Number of pictures taken of my Swiffer at home: 0.
But in China...
mops and brooms
Whether they're resting in bamboo,
or trying to "work it" in a market,
or just valiantly striving to clean up China,
they are charming
completely photogenic to me.
And for that,
If I approach it philosophically,
perhaps I, like Golda,
feel the need to calmly perform routine rituals before the cosmic door closes. (gasp!! Is Madd speaking euphemistically about death??? How dark!! She's losing it!!!)
Or maybe they are just plain beautiful.