You might think using a fowl pin and brush to clean bugs and dirt out of a windowsill signals unhappiness or neurosis and while I may be neurotic and am certainly deeply unhappy, I do this every year.
Not all at once, mind — in fact it takes weeks. But the grime and dead bugs and nasty cocoons and spider webs that take up residence in our windowsills over the winter beg to be wiped away. So I wipe them away.
It’s not as satisfying a chore as you might think because our windows are old. Chipping paint and ancient, permanent grime make a sparkling result impossible. Still, the job acts as a tactile reminder of how the season of flowers and hot afternoons is coming. It really is. And we’ll be ready.
In keeping with the idea that sharing about Danny is a way to heal (heal?), here’s a photo from Nederland (about a half an hour southwest of Boulder). It was mid-September 2021 and other pictures show us wearing masks. Stores had BLACK LIVES MATTER signs in their windows.
If you follow the news you know that a startling number of high-powered scientists or folks researching aliens have gone missing or died under mysterious circumstances in the last few years. David Wilcock died in Nederland this week. He called 911 and walked out when the cops arrived and shot himself. It’d be harder to spin a conspiracy around his death than some of the others but I’m keeping an eye on the story.
People magazine article about him here.
In reading the article just now, I realized that the Boulder Sheriff’s Department showed up for this 911 call were the very same folks who showed up at Bald Mountain when Danny died.
If you’re wondering how I got from a spring cleaning post to this intensely morbid news story and to the site of Danny’s suicide, well so am I.
(I just wanted to share a picture of Danny and landed on the Nederland one, that’s how I guess).
It’s all one thing really. Your story.
Yeah. You’re right. It’d actually be more surprising if I DIDN’T get to Danny’s death.
Cleaning small corners always feels good to me. I get the satisfaction
Yes and having the tools to do it.
All roads will lead to Danny … it’s only right. Thirty years of memories adds up to more than just these last months but I know I don’t have to tell you that. From the different photos you’ve shared I can see that you shared lots of wonderful fun times together.
Yes let the spring cleaning begin ….
There are many happy memories for sure.
Can I ever relate to cleaning bugs and dirt out of old, paint-peeling windowsills. But as others have said, of course this small task and everything else takes you to Danny. I love seeing him there with the ketchup, digging in, and I love getting know him as you share him.
Your comment invites me to think about posts being intros to Danny for others as well as reminiscences for myself.
Oh Nederland. That is a town from my past. In 1971 I spent a summer camping there. At that time it was all hippies/flower children everywhere in those hills. I got arrested for hitchhiking. Luckily they didn’t search us or they would have found the hashish. Fun times.
I love finding things like this out!
Dee~ That kind of cleaning has its place I suppose, but not something i look forward to. That dino & Black Lives Matter sign is such a bold image.
I agree about getting to know your Danny through your posts.