monday morning
Jan. 29th, 2018 02:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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I’ve lived in this house twelve or thirteen years now. I’ve never been super good at window coverings. They block a lot of light, and this house doesn’t have a lot of windows. The houses are close together in this neighborhood.
The only rooms that face my neighbor to the south are the living room, bathroom, and spare bedroom. The bathroom has frosted windows. In the summer, we open the upper sash, so there’s no line of sight into the bathroom.
The guest room, though. It faces south and has the only sunshine that comes in consistently. So I have a desk in there, and plants on the desk. So I leave the shades up, so those plants get some sunlight.
My neighbor lives alone. She leaves for work before I do, in the mornings. So I don’t ever have to think about anyone looking in that window. I use the spare room for my laundry rack; I like to hand-wash a lot of my clothes, and let them air dry. So the room is always full of my clothes. Maybe you’re seeing where this is going, maybe not.
My neighbor’s having a bunch of work done on her house. She hasn’t been home except to get the mail and shovel the walk. Otherwise, her narrow driveway is stuffed full of workmen’s vans, and a trailer full of stuff backed up to her garage. She must just be having the whole place remodeled. It’s not noisy, because it’s winter and all the windows are shut, so we don’t hear any power tools or anything; it’s just a lot of traffic and they’ve cut big ruts into our lawn missing the turn into the driveway in the snow, so that’s going to be an annoying mess to clean up in the spring. But whatever.
This morning I went into the spare bedroom to look for a bra on the drying rack. I puttered around for a moment, clad only in underpants, as one might reasonably be while trying to get oneself dressed in the morning.
I turned, not finding the bra I sought, and through the window, made eye contact with one of the construction workers next door, who was standing in the driveway, clearly getting something out of his van when he got distracted.
HAPPY MONDAY
When I got into my car to leave, as I backed out of the driveway, the same dude was sitting in a van in my neighbor’s driveway and watched me the whole way. Thumbs up, buddy.
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I’ve lived in this house twelve or thirteen years now. I’ve never been super good at window coverings. They block a lot of light, and this house doesn’t have a lot of windows. The houses are close together in this neighborhood.
The only rooms that face my neighbor to the south are the living room, bathroom, and spare bedroom. The bathroom has frosted windows. In the summer, we open the upper sash, so there’s no line of sight into the bathroom.
The guest room, though. It faces south and has the only sunshine that comes in consistently. So I have a desk in there, and plants on the desk. So I leave the shades up, so those plants get some sunlight.
My neighbor lives alone. She leaves for work before I do, in the mornings. So I don’t ever have to think about anyone looking in that window. I use the spare room for my laundry rack; I like to hand-wash a lot of my clothes, and let them air dry. So the room is always full of my clothes. Maybe you’re seeing where this is going, maybe not.
My neighbor’s having a bunch of work done on her house. She hasn’t been home except to get the mail and shovel the walk. Otherwise, her narrow driveway is stuffed full of workmen’s vans, and a trailer full of stuff backed up to her garage. She must just be having the whole place remodeled. It’s not noisy, because it’s winter and all the windows are shut, so we don’t hear any power tools or anything; it’s just a lot of traffic and they’ve cut big ruts into our lawn missing the turn into the driveway in the snow, so that’s going to be an annoying mess to clean up in the spring. But whatever.
This morning I went into the spare bedroom to look for a bra on the drying rack. I puttered around for a moment, clad only in underpants, as one might reasonably be while trying to get oneself dressed in the morning.
I turned, not finding the bra I sought, and through the window, made eye contact with one of the construction workers next door, who was standing in the driveway, clearly getting something out of his van when he got distracted.
HAPPY MONDAY
When I got into my car to leave, as I backed out of the driveway, the same dude was sitting in a van in my neighbor’s driveway and watched me the whole way. Thumbs up, buddy.
(Your picture was not posted)
