Kitchen Window View
I’d love to say that when I do the dishes I’m looking out at rolling hills and wild mountain goats but the truth is all I see is old peoples underwear. In fact from my kitchen window I can see two of my neighbours clothes lines and everything on them. With no trees or shrubs to offer privacy my elderly neighbours can hide nothing… size, colour, style… it’s hanging for all to see. I don’t mean to look but when it’s right in front of you it’s very hard to ignore. I remember the first unit I lived in, it had a kitchen window view of the neighbours back yard. It was great because he kept a large vegetable garden and I loved looking out at all his fruit and vegetables. I would watch his crops change with the seasons and the view made me enjoy the task of doing the dishes. This current clothes line view doesn’t do much for me, I think I’d rather be looking at a brick wall than visualizing my my neighbours in their underwear. How about you, what’s your view?
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Um! When I stand on my tiptoes I can see the street and houses and streets! Don’t mean to rub it in (okay, hehehe, I do!) but we have a rather nice view - when I can see it! tehehehe!
oops! That’s what I get for rubbing it in! - I meant street, houses and trees!
Well I see rolling hills of dog shit in my back yard, if the site doesn’t get you the smell will. Righto off to poo scoop!