Limited Outlook

 

          Before we moved to this condo, we lived in a house that we bought – among other reasons – for its many, many windows. Something I later came to regret because each of those windows was mullioned, twelve-over-twelve. And the mullions weren’t inset; they were wooden, which made washing them a tedious, hand-numbing event.

          Window washing never having been my thing, last week I asked around and found a guy, the best friend of the son of a Mahjong friend. Stupendous! Fabulous! And cheap! Now I may not wait such an embarrassingly long time in between cleanings.

         

          Now that we live in the commune, our view is very limited. Even though we’re an end unit, the only first floor window on the side is a tiny one in the bathroom.

          Thus, windows at the front

 and windows at the back.

        

  So, when we woke up the other morning at 7:00 a.m.  to chain saws and woodchippers, I wondered if they had finally decided to take down what My Guy and I call the ‘possum tree. It’s earned its name over the years because while it has glorious blooms in the spring – for about 5 days – the rest of the time it looks like it’s at death’s door.

          The tree sits on the blind side of the house, so after fruitlessly looking for activity out of the front and back windows, I figured I’d just wait till I drove out of the garage to check. (Okay, yes, I could have gone upstairs and peered down but I wasn’t all that interested - or energetic.)

      

    Later, I realized the itzy bathroom window gave a perfectly fine view of the still-intact bare branches of the tree.

        Duh.