Fall cleaning has begun.
I got out the power washer to hit the outside of the windows.
It’s a quick job on a one-story house.
I’ve done it a thousand times.
But this time, the hose decided to go rogue and aim itself right at me.
Oooh!
Not only was it a powerful spray, it was COLD.
Since I was nearly done, there was no point in going inside to change.
I finished the job soaking wet on a windy, 52-degree morning.
Yes, a hot shower and a hot coffee were next on my to-do list.
Thankfully, nobody was around to laugh at me and take pictures.
There is no confirmation that an F-bomb was or wasn’t dropped.
Maybe I’ve made this whole story up for dramatic effect.
There is no evidence.
Except for the wet shoes by the back door.
And the very, very, very clean windows.
Let the fall cleaning continue.
Liz Brenner
Everyone has a story to tell.
Even you.
Especially you.
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