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THROUGH A GLASS DARKLY

As I type, the guys are here cleaning windows.

Why the guys? Because I don't do windows.

And we have a lot of them.

Three guys will be here for two hours doing all the glass.

We wanted an 'outdoor' house and we've got one.

You would think, since it 'never rains' that we wouldn't need all this cleaning going on.

But it does rain.

And when it rains, it rains dust and sand.

In fact, the guys were going to be here Friday until I called to head them off. It was going to rain as it almost always does around the time of glass cleaning.

And it did. Three or four times over three days.

So it is good they are here today when it is forecast that we are about to hit the dry season and it will not rain for, well, a long time.

The other thing that gets to the windows is, to put it inelegantly, is dog snot.

Franklin is a great nose to the glass hunter of flies.

Up to the glass, get your face right into it and, if the fly can be captured on the glass itself, then lick, bite and wipe the entire oral cavity along the glass to snag the fly into one's jaws.

He is very good at it.

Sometimes, we assist with a bit of fly swatting but, invariably, he gets the fly himself and seems to resent our intrusion.

Occasionally we do hit a fly first and then we simulate his catching it. We sort of throw the dead carcass along the floor and he goes after it. A dead snag.

So the glass is smeared all along about dog mouth height and here and there, at dog standing height.

While the guys are here, Franklin pays the price for his derelictions. We all do.

He is not fond of having all these (three) guys running around his space. Not only that, when they clean the sliders they pound the screens with a wet sponge and he really doesn't like that.

So, there is a price to pay for the hunting.

Me? I try to stay out of the guys' way.

They just moved into the kitchen and one of them has started yakking. So, I am outta' here.

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