A Gift for Mom! 🤍

Written by Connie Jelkin (in the ‘voice’ of Grandma Dot)
HOO Boy – -Did you get a few drops of rain or snow on your windows lately? Mind you it wasn’t enough moisture to do any good, just enough to mess up my windows. That’s right, the widows. My view of the world. Really messed up.

So, let me let you in on my way of cleaning that makes the job almost easy!

Supplies. Begin with a Squeegee that fits your widow size. I have several for all the different sizes of windows. You will also need a couple of lint free cloths to polish the window and a small old washcloth to sop up dribbles. A big brush with soft bristles is also needed.

I use a small bucket with about a quart of water in it. It doesn’t take much, because this method goes so quickly. Add to that 1 drop of liquid dish soap (I use Ivory, but I think any would do) and then a short glug of ammonia (about ¼ cup) I never measure very closely so don’t sweat the proportions. I always use rubber gloves.

For my windows, I can remove the screens from inside, so that is my first step.
Now swish the brush in the water mix and use the brush to swish over the window and scrub the corners. I haven’t never been able to get a cloth to get into the corners as well as a good brush. This is when I can put in the washcloth at the bottom of the window to begin to sop up the dribbles. Your brush should not be so wet that you have a river, just enough to scrub up the corners.

Pick up the squeegee and begin at the top of the window. Pull down just a few inches several times across the top of the window. That will help to stop any dribbles coming down from the top. Then with the squeegee, pull straight down the window (just like at the gas station) to the wash cloth at the bottom. If your squeegee is the right size, you should only have to pull down a couple of times.

As a finishing touch, I use the lint free cloths to buff up the window. Don’t worry, this is just a quick once over. No sweat and very little muscle. Outside I use an extender rod. I have two, one for the squeegee and one for the brush. The process is the same. If the windows are way up there, I place the polish
clothes over the squeegee and do a quick polish.

This plan is pretty fool proof and makes quick work of a dreaded process. Hope you
are shining through in no time!

 

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Connie Jelkin

I have been a Librarian for over 25 years in both the public library and now in the school system. I really feel that it is important to teach kids the love of books and reading. That being said, I love going to all kinds of movies and plays with my husband, Jim. Everyone says that he is a very patient man.

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