Friday, March 21, 2008
Spring Cleaning
I splurged this afternoon on a professional window washer, this old Ukrainian guy with two younger assistants--I'd thought they were his sons, but he introduced them as "No, they're family." I could have cleaned the fire escape window myself, but I wasn't going to take a chance with the other one and a six-foot squeegee. Meanwhile, the guy popped that window out of its frame in two seconds. It got a total cleaning for the first time in 25 years.
The windows looked as clear and shiny as two giant soap bubbles, and now I'm going to have to clean the rest of the apartment because the clean windows are making it look dirty.
