Regarding that stuck window: Maybe I needed another pair of eyes more than another pair of arms.
Trusty Rhoda came to my aid armed with a scraper, but as I was demonstrating the stuckness of said window–voila!– I got it. So, is the lesson about self-worth? Self-sufficiency? That we don’t need weight-lifting men to come to our aid? Closing this window is like muscling open stubborn jar lids, but on a bigger level. It gives a whole new meaning to “sisters are doing it for themselves,” no?