Doesn't anybody do windows??

The painters are gone. They did a great job and all that, but this last push--doors and sashes-- was a little labour-intensive for the homeowners. And they don't do windows--after having made the appalling state of ours obvious by framing the crud with fresh paint and glazing.

This put window washing squarely in the pale of your theoretically unemployed/possibly retired author. For those unfamiliar with the phenomenon, this is a honeydew. That is, "honey do this, and honey do that" in addition to trying to maintain a little job search momentum.

So I subjected the cats to one last day of hysteria* by yanking storm windows and piling them up for washing. When the painters left, I ran up and down ladders working on otherwise inaccessible exterior surfaces: in short doing all the things that make window washing such a delightful chore.

It's also a chore that never quite connects with really nice weather. Today it was suck-ass humid and pushing 90. Other times I've done windows, things got clean quickly because all the dirt got caught in the ice as it formed. Nice, but then you can't feel your fingers for two days after. It's really much like "Life of Brian's" description of crucifixion.

Now I have a good painting contractor. I have a guy who does gutters and downspouts, and one who keeps my cardiac snowblower running. All I want is some schmuck to do windows!! :((


* Ms Annie kept track of the proceedings with regal detachment. Mr Spike hid in a drawer. Mr Spike is a wuss.