This morning the windows of our office building are being cleaned, inside and out. Just now outside, two very coordinated window washers came rappelling down adjacent sides of my corner office on the seventh floor, swinging to and fro, wielding their squeegees. It was a little unnerving. Very Mission: Impossible. Well, if they had been secret agents, and not window washers.
[Update (17:02): Speaking of office windows, having worked from this specific office for a little more than a year, I find it kind of interesting how the position of the sun varies at given times throughout the year. My windows face north and west, and right now, at about 5 p.m., the sun is still rather high in the sky, at a definitely different position (on both the x and y axes, if you will) relative to the other buildings in view, than at this time of day a few months ago, say, when it would be much lower and sunlight would already be streaming in at eye level. Ooh, maybe I could draw a grid on my window, and keep track of its position. Or I could plot a given shadow cast inside, and end up with a big arc across my floor and walls. Or I could stop looking out the window, and actually do the work I am paid to do. Too late: time to go home.]
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This must be a banner week for window washers — they’re doing the same thing at my office building. Well, actually, they’re doing everything but REPLACE the windows. They made me move everything off my desk so they could replace the polarized tinting on the inside, and outside they’re caulking, sealing, and cleaning.
I wish that they’d take a moment to fix my lefthand window that’s stuck and won’t open.
When I lived at the tip of Manhattan and could see the Statue of Liberty outside the window in the living room (well, you had to lean a bit!), I always marveled that the sun would set south of the statue from my vantage point in the summer and way to the north of it in the winter, a good five-degree difference it seemed like. It meant that to get a great photo of one’s self on our roofdeck at sunset with the statue in the background in silhouette, you had to do it right when it started getting cold in September.