An Indian Summer Feeling Day
Looking out of the windows when the sun is bright . . . and you can’t see anything . . . makes me sad. Checking the temps and it proved to be an Indian Summer type day, it was time to get those windows cleaned. Some of our windows are 80″ long. Having had replacement windows put in quite some time ago, makes washing those 80 inchers a breeze. Both panes tip in and I have the perfect step stood for them to rest on. Dennis saved the day by being able to tip up the top pane, push it in place and lock it in. It is now 4:30, the sun is streaming into the west porch and . . . I can see it all. Our small home has 18 windows and two doors with panes. It could be a pain if we had to have ladders put up outside and have them tip while sinking into soft dirt. To be very honest, it is the end of a great window washing day, and . . . Dennis and I never got out of our PJs. I’ve got to close this post down to go and stand in the west porch and watch the sun beams streaming in our eight porch windows. Priceless.