Ah guilt. When you don’t smoke, your windows stay clean longer. Did you know that?
So here we are with a three-story condo and acres of unwashed glass. I have a delightful sister in law that dusts with a leaf blower. If I could blow the dust and dirt off my windows, I assure you I would. Instead, I ignore them. Why? G said he would do them when we moved in, and he let them go the way of all good things after we stopped smoking.
That was a lot of years ago. Did I say that too?
“I did one or two of them when I couldn’t see out?”
“No you didn’t.”
“Yes. I did. Sometime in the past….,” the thought trailed off as he stared out the computer room windows that are obviously cleaner than any others.
“When were these installed?” I asked him.
“Sometime last year.”
“This year,” I said checking my computer files.
“April,” he replied.
So we know when these were washed. Perhaps this set doesn’t have to be done today. That’s a hopeful thought. Grumpy needs to be smogged today for his 13th birthday, and first I’ll put on good shorts and go with G for this occasion. Later I will don a blue rag purporting to be work shorts and wash glass. Not willingly, of course. If I can invent a leaf blower that cleaned glass as well as banish dust, I’d be Glenda the Good Witch of the North for everyone.