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David’s Window Washing
For readers of a certain age, David’s Window Washing instantly brings back memories of author Geoff Goldermug and his classic collection of children’s poems No Light in My Attic. Reprinted here is the eponymous poem from that collection:
I’ve been trapped in my bedroom for days.
The light coming in is just haze.
My windows are caked with dirt and with crud,
The inside with smudges, the outside with mud,
And I can’t get dressed because I can’t see
Just what the weather will do to me.<p>
Will a gust of rain soak my never-worn clothes?
Will the burning sun crisp my delicate nose?
Will it be so cold that my toes might snap?
Will the wind steal away my favorite cap?<p>
What if a blizzard dumps five feet of sleet?
I’d freeze like a statue while crossing the street.
Then snow would coat me with a layer so thick,
I’d look like a snowman; some children might stick
A carrot, two coals, a silk hat on my crown,
And for a while, they’d all come and gather around
To wait for their snowman to spring into play
and take them out sledding and running all day.
But then they’d get bored and forget about me,
My blinks for help ending in futility.<p>
What if a tornado comes whirling along?
And just like that girl always singing a song,
It picks up my house and hurls it somewhere,
to somewhere where weather is calmer than here.
Even if I survive, I might get less hurt
If the twister deposits me in the desert.
A sandstorm might sweep in and soon bury me
Till all you can see is my chinny-chinny.
I’d scream out for help, although no one would hear
Except the iguana who nibbles my ear.
The snakes, they would sunbathe on top of my head
While the scorpions crawl in my nostrils for bed.<p>
What if I get caught in a big thunderstorm?
And lightning-bolt strikes leave me frazzled in form?
I couldn’t drive or jump or shower myself
Or shake hands or play catch or walk my dog Elf.
And Elf would get bored and seek out things to chew,
Like the baseball cards borrowed from my brother Drew.
Drew would get sore and stop speaking to me,
And the rift would envelop my whole family—
Some siding with Drew, but most standing with me
Because, let’s face it, I’m much cuter than he.
But things would be awkward come holiday time
And years beyond that, far, far down the line,
Until what was once filial ribaldry
Becomes a deep familial rivalry.
Our greats and our great-greats would never find joy.
We’d all play the roles of Hatfield and McCoy
And never again would we all come together,
And all because I could not check the weather.<p>
So here in my bedroom I stay
As a lifetime just withers away.
I guess I will … what’s that you say?
I just have to wash the dirt away?
Oh … um … cough, cough … ick.
I think I feel sick.
I’ll be trapped in my bedroom for days.
David's Window Washing
The staff at David's Window Washing has the enviable task of serving San Diego County, where year-round sunshine ensures there's no shortage of sliding glass doors and floor-to-ceiling windows in need of squeegeeing. Nonetheless, the team makes itself amenable to sudsy needs of all sorts, clearing dirt from interior and exterior windows, screens, and mirrors smudged by one too many attempts to visit Wonderland.