A couple of the autumn/winter rains have been heavy, and have resulted in massive backsplash spatter on the doors of my office downstairs under the deck. I have also been left “gifts” on those doors, like slug trails with thoughtful deposits of slug poop at the end of those. The screen door downstairs, which doesn’t get opened all that often, has also developed track clog issues from various bits and pieces that had blown in there over the last few months – and which, as some of you may know, it’s hard for me to bend over and scrub up because HIP ISSUES and yes I really am that much of a cripple these days. I also have a couple of windows UPSTAIRS which are wayy too high for me to reach without a ladder and I don’t DO ladders these days (see hip issues, above. climbing a ladder right now would be an invitation to bone breakage in the worst way). So, in the spirit of spring cleaning, I have caved and because of all of those things I have summoned a window clearner to come and do his thing. He is doing his thing now. He has done with the downstairs stuff and when I look out my office sliding door… well… I can see clearly now…
Let’s hope it stays that way for a while because this didn’t come cheap. Everything has a price these days and seeing clearly, especially if it involves looking through clean windows, costs. Still. It’s worth it having a limber young man wielding the ladders instead of the hobbly old lady writer herself.
The cats of course are riveted. They were right there on the windowsills downstairs as those windows were being washed, and then they both removed upstairs when he went up to do those ones. Supervision is important.They do it well. Little do they know that they will be assaulted this afternoon because the groomer guy is coming to do their manicures (and the WHite Lady’s rear end because her britches are a little too luxurious for, er, comfort.
Oh, the glamorous life.
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