year I decided I was tired of my old garden hose that leaked and had
been repaired several times. I went to the hardware store and bought
a fancy new hose, 100 feet long and heavy duty. I also got a new
nozzle, the metal kind that does not break all the time and squirt
water in your face.
was in hose heaven for a while. I could water my flowers, clean the
patio and wash the fallen crabapples off the driveway. The hose was
so heavy it didnít get kinks in it. It was a beautiful hose, just
what I needed Ė until today.
still working on my "to do" list this week. I was going to
wash the windows outside today. I canít remember the last time
they were done. Iím getting too arthritic to climb a ladder, but I
thought I could at least wash them with a garden hose, even if it
left a few water spots. I got an early start as the weather has been
incredibly hot and humid and I wanted to finish before the heat of
idea I had was to unscrew the nozzle on the hose that I use in back
of the house and put it on another shorter hose that I use in the
front yard. Good idea, except I could not get the nozzle off no
matter how hard I twisted or what I called it. Well, I would try the
other end, the one fastened to the faucet. It was my lucky day; it
unscrewed easily. So, I will simply move the entire hose to the
front and use it instead, I thought. No problem.
the hose would not cooperate. It apparently had been lying around in
the grass longer than I thought as grass runners had grown over the
top of it. I finally managed to get it untangled from the grass and
started dragging it toward the front of the house. There was no way
I could carry it. It was way too heavy.
I dragged it along, it managed to grab onto every obstacle along the
way. It knocked over the trash can. It tied itself into a knot. It
wrapped itself around a bush. I had emptied the water to make it
lighter, but that didnít seem to help. That hose felt as if it
weighed a hundred pounds.
finally made it to the front but my back was almost broken. After I
untangled the hose from the lilies it had latched onto, I tried to
screw it on the faucet in the front yard. As usually, it would not
cooperate. It went on sideways; it wouldnít tighten; it popped
loose. Eventually, though, I managed to get it on enough that it
only leaked a little.
was running into my eyes and burning. It was dripping off the end of
my nose. I will not be defeated by a stupid hose, I thought. With
sheer grit and determination, I managed to clean the windows, and
finish my chore.
was so tired I could not drag it back. It is still on the sidewalk
in front of my house. I would cut it into shreds, but I guess I will
leave it there as Iím too exhausted for revenge.
was so worn out that I went inside and took a nap -- dirt, sweat and
all. When I woke up, I took a shower and washed my hair and spent
the rest of the day recovering from the hose ordeal.
am not anxious to talk about my day. After this experience, the
windows may never be cleaned again. I will keep the drapes closed so
I canít see them and it will not matter.
I can mark "wash the windows" off my list now.