This week’s Fantastic Friday post doubles as a PSO…for myself. All June I’ve conveniently forgotten that window washing time has arrived. So I’m thinking maybe if a voice from the past speaks via social media, that will give me the gumption to do what needs to be done. If this PSO motivates you in the same way, please leave a comment.
When I was teaching school, raising kids, riding herd on defective canines, serving on too many church committees and taking graduate classes every summer I always had my windows washed by the middle of June. So how come, seven years post-teaching career, with the kids grown, the dog shipped off to my brother and his sweet wife, my church work pared to the bare minimum and no more sitting at the feet of professors, it’s June 28th and the windows still aren’t washed?
Correction. One window is washed. One measly kitchen window, the one pictured above, which I washed this morning because I could no longer stand the dead soy beetles that cascade down whenever I open the window.
I’m thinking the wedding guests might find the rain of the soy beetle corpses a tad bit gross, too, so the top item on this week’s to do list is WASH WINDOWS. Yes, the words are written in all caps. And yes, they shout at me every time I consult the list.
Now I know what you’re thinking. This woman is a compulsive nut. Her daughter’s getting married in two weeks, and she’s washing windows. That’s what you’re thinking.
But you are wrong! This item has been on the list since April, and every week I’ve calmly transferred it to the next week – or the week after that – depending on my schedule and the weather, which has not cooperated for the past two weeks. Such flexibility and good humor does not describe someone in the grips of compulsivity, now does it?
With this week’s forecast for sunshine and mild temperatures, this is my Carpe Diem opportunity. It’s time to seize the day, and wash a couple easy windows every morning before sitting down to write. It’s time to seize the husband in the evenings so he can help with the hard to reach windows, including the one covered with bird droppings which is adjacent to the oak tree under which the sweethearts will be married. It’s time to seize the week and clean to my heart’s content, banishing the soy beetle corpses to a watery grave.
Some of you may consider all this seizure activity as further evidence of compulsiveness. I prefer to describe it as concern for our house guests. Whatever way you look at it, one fact remains. With one window down and twenty-nine to go, it’s time to seize the windows.
By the fistful.
