The Cross House
I love clean windows. For, it’s an easy task offering instant rewards. From inside the house, everything just looks better. From outside, the house looks so much better, too; so loved. When one walks or drives by, the windows sparkle.
After buying the Cross House in 2014, the first thing I did was begin a program of cleaning all the windows. It was evident that this had not happened for a very long time, and many windows required scraping with a straight-edge razor.
The results though were impressive. The house, almost at once, transferred from forlorn and abandoned-looking into, well, something alive.
While my devotion to the Cross House is intense, the price paid is the house I live in. Pre-Cross House, my house was immaculate. Post-Cross House, my house annually approaches ever more slum-like conditions. While the lawn at the Cross House is mowed regularly and edged, my lawn now looks like a wild prairie. A few years ago I even received a Mow Notice from the city. Oh dear. My exterior paint job used-to-be crisp and immaculate. Today, I am a witness to years of effort slowing peeling off the house and falling like dead leaves to the ground. My windows once sparkled. But yesterday I suddenly realized, to my horror, that they had not been cleaned since I purchased the Cross House. OMG, it was four years, at least, since my own windows were clean? At once I had to admit: I had, officially, become white trash.
Yesterday, I stood in my bathroom, looking at the window. This window was really bad. It has one of those aluminum storm windows on it with triple tracks. So, in order to clean the window, I have to remove the storm window (requiring a ladder and screwdriver). Only then can I clean the outside of the window stashes. But then the storm window has to be taken apart so I can clean its glass. Then the storm needs to be put back together, hauled back in place, and re-screwed. And in a few months all this should be done again for optimum sparkleness.
And this is why the bathroom window had not been cleaned in, I estimated with a groan, six years.
I am a bad person.
I have looked at the bathroom window countless times these past years and thought: CLEAN THAT! But then I would think of the work involved (ladder, screwdriver, effort) and how such work would have to be repeated a few months hence…and shrug. Maybe I’ll do it…next week.
But yesterday I had an idea. A brilliant idea.
Why not remove the aluminum storm window, which I have always hated, and…not…replace…it?
My heart soared at the idea!
I raced to get a ladder.
Ten minutes later the window sparkled.
Then I walked into the kitchen, which has two side-by-side windows. A few days previously I cleaned the left window. But the right window had one of the evil aluminum storms on it. The window was dark with dirt, and spiders had created a lacework of webs between the storm and window glass.
But now I knew what to do!
Ten minutes later the storm was banished and the right window sparkled.
I put the storms in storage and will only replace them when the house goes up for sale.
Today, as I walked around my house, I marveled at the difference in having, once again, sparkly windows.
And for now, for now, I am perhaps not entirely white trash.