I have dirty windows.
I keep my blinds closed almost all of the time because I can't bear to look out the windows. Instead of the outdoors I only see the dust, dead bugs, and paint on the windows themselves.
For some reason it never occurred to me that I could actually do something about it.
This morning I had an inner need to scrub something. My kitchen was clean: drat. My bathroom was clean: blast. My floors were clean: oh bother. So I eyed the windows. "Hmm...," I thought, "is the urge that strong?"
Yes. Yes it was.
So I started cleaning one of them. Well, having just the inside clean would do no good. Better take off the screen, and the storm windows, and wash the outside.
Hm... one clean window with four dirty ones doesn't work so well.
My darling husband helped me all morning and we got the windows sparkling clean (he used newspaper, which worked wonderfully!). I'm so happy I can't stop looking at them! The blinds are way up, the sunlight is pouring in, fresh air is flowing through the rooms.
I've caught myself four or five times remarking today, "My, what a lovely day it is!"
It's a great day to be alive!
What a labor intensive job, but it is sooo worth it.
ReplyDeleteThis post made me think of the Beatles' song... Let's just say I've played a bit too much Rock Band with my Dad! ;)
ReplyDeleteClean windows are the best! I do mine once a month so i can see the beauty God provided. Great job!!
ReplyDeleteI hate doing windows, but I try to do them twice a year: in the early spring and in the autumn. It allows for a better view of my two favorite seasons. It's sort of an exercise in futility, however, when you have little kids with sticky hands and who like to press their little faces up to the glass...
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