Clean Window
I love to wash windows, ideally I wash a window each day. Something that stays in my mental commentary is "I don't do windows". This along with other 70's based tv sitcom and commercial bits stay in my head, repeat on a loop, but in this case doesn't affect my actions. I laugh at myself hearing that thought as I wash windows. Sometimes I challenge the loop: "Why not?" or "Well, I do!" I'll say out loud to no one.
I set up to clean the old fashioned way with a bucket of warm soapy water and some rags, then do the deed. At last, the light entering is brighter, the view beyond is clearer, the window itself seems non-existent. This job well done seems ironically invisible, ephemeral, subtle. I like rewards and appreciation, it feeds my large ego, this result leaves me feeling conflicted.
As I sit at the computer, the window lies just behind the monitor. Peripherally, I contemplate the dying lime tree in the yard. I notice butterflies and overcast sky and wonder about this window and what it allows. A dirty window is noticeable, the view is myopic, my attention is drawn to the window and stops there, showing it's accumulations, it calls out for help. Why do I wash the window? Do I wash the window because it needs help? Because no one else will do it? I suppose I wash the window to make it disappear, to discover beyond it, to solve the immediate issue.
Today the window is clean, it is nearly invisible to me, all that I see is what lies beyond it.
I set up to clean the old fashioned way with a bucket of warm soapy water and some rags, then do the deed. At last, the light entering is brighter, the view beyond is clearer, the window itself seems non-existent. This job well done seems ironically invisible, ephemeral, subtle. I like rewards and appreciation, it feeds my large ego, this result leaves me feeling conflicted.
As I sit at the computer, the window lies just behind the monitor. Peripherally, I contemplate the dying lime tree in the yard. I notice butterflies and overcast sky and wonder about this window and what it allows. A dirty window is noticeable, the view is myopic, my attention is drawn to the window and stops there, showing it's accumulations, it calls out for help. Why do I wash the window? Do I wash the window because it needs help? Because no one else will do it? I suppose I wash the window to make it disappear, to discover beyond it, to solve the immediate issue.
Today the window is clean, it is nearly invisible to me, all that I see is what lies beyond it.
posted by Petunia Honeysuckle at 11:10 AM
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