bbinnsitters
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It started out so simply. Just a pause in passing to look out a back window, admire the flowers on the deck and laugh at a pair of rabbits playing on the hill behind the house.
But there, on the windowsill, was a layer of dust that would have to go. So, out came the dust cloth.
Then, while moving the window curtains out of the way, I noticed they looked a little dingey. So off they went to the washing machine.
And when the sill was dusted, it became obvious that the window itself was less than sparkling. So out came the glass cleaner. And since the spray bottle was already in hand, I thought the sliding glass door to the deck might as well be tackled.
But then, working through that job brought my attention to the track on which the door slides. It was harboring a layer of an unknown substance loosely described as "gack", which can only be removed via scrub brush wielded by someone (me) on hands and knees. That job completed, I stood on the deck and noticed it needed to be swept.
So, out came the broom. And when the leaves and grit were removed, I looked at the beautiful blossoms Old Dad had planted, some in standing pots, others hanging from the end posts and noticed a few spots where the deck stain is disappearing. And that, of course, meant the paint brushes would have to come out.
This is all very tiring.
So the message here is this: If you see dust on a windowsill, fuggedaboutit!
But there, on the windowsill, was a layer of dust that would have to go. So, out came the dust cloth.
Then, while moving the window curtains out of the way, I noticed they looked a little dingey. So off they went to the washing machine.
And when the sill was dusted, it became obvious that the window itself was less than sparkling. So out came the glass cleaner. And since the spray bottle was already in hand, I thought the sliding glass door to the deck might as well be tackled.
But then, working through that job brought my attention to the track on which the door slides. It was harboring a layer of an unknown substance loosely described as "gack", which can only be removed via scrub brush wielded by someone (me) on hands and knees. That job completed, I stood on the deck and noticed it needed to be swept.
So, out came the broom. And when the leaves and grit were removed, I looked at the beautiful blossoms Old Dad had planted, some in standing pots, others hanging from the end posts and noticed a few spots where the deck stain is disappearing. And that, of course, meant the paint brushes would have to come out.
This is all very tiring.
So the message here is this: If you see dust on a windowsill, fuggedaboutit!