Gray Squirrel, and his girlfriend, Redhead, turn up every day. As they methodically munch their way through morsels of peanut butter laced corn meal, meticulously lick their nimble little paws clean, and end  this repast with a long drink of water,  I sit  sipping  tea, a few feet away, taking in the spectacle. 
More often than not, I find myself confined to home, with  ever more time to become better acquainted  with my animal friends. This piece of glass which allows  me the privilege  of watching  these charming creatures  has become monumentally important in my life. 

I have learned some of the ways in which physical limitations raise  one's tolerance for the inevitable dust and detritus of life and from necessity,  have let go of my former compulsion to keep my apartment as scrupulously clean as I would like.  It is still clean, but not obsessively so.      I was bothered by the fact that I could not keep the glass door  crystal clear, as extending my neck for the job of cleaning is nearly impossible.  Yet my longing  for a perfect view of my visitors' antics impelled me to action.  So, dragging a chair out to the deck, and teetering atop it's seat, I polished   my window onto wonderland until it sparkled. .

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