If my next door neighbor (the hairy naked guy) had happened to glance out his kitchen window earlier today, he might’ve seen me hanging from my dining room window. I’ve been closing storm windows, but this one window is posing a problem. I opened it too far and jammed one of those old sash weights. So now I’ve got the screen up, the storm down, and the window stuck.
I stood on a chair and pounded it with a hammar wrapped in a dishtowel, but to no avail. Then I jumped for the top of the window and hung there for a good few minutes with front of my body pressed against the glass. Nothing. I even tried a few pull-ups. If nothing else, it did give me time to appreciate the clean bottom half of that window.
I might need to borrow my other neighbor’s weight-lifting husband for a few minutes. I hope she won’t mind.