Column: Reconsidering the benefits of a window with a view
There was a time when I fought tooth and nail to keep my desk in front of the big picture window at the front of our office.
For those unfamiliar with our office, the front of our building is mostly one big window. I'm rather fond of natural light, and when we moved here, the idea of facing away from the window appalled me. When we got new office furniture and my desk could have been turned and blocked off by dividers I -- for lack of a better term -- squawked rather loudly to keep my window seat.
But looking out that window lately, I've regretted every whine I ever uttered about that window. It's been letting me down, and I'm seriously considering relocating my desk.
When our office first moved to its current location, I liked looking out across the street. When city hall was still on Oak, I could watch city employees come and go (in a non-creepy, non-stalking kind of way) so I could time my phone calls with a better probability of catching them at their desks.
I've enjoyed watching Dew Days from that window, too. The car cruise lines up right outside our front door on Friday night, and the rib cookoff contestants grill away out front on Saturday. Families, smiling and laughing, walk by all weekend.
I can always tell when school is out by the number of kids out biking down Oak Street, or the groups who trod by, immersed in conversation.
And then there are the people just walking by. The dogs pulling their owners down the sidewalk, the small children riding their little bicycles alongside mom and dad. See what I mean? For the most part, I love my window seat. I love to watch Farmington go by.
But these last few weeks have put a damper on my enthusiasm.
I lamented (my coworkers would argue, I "whined," but whatever) about the drizzle-pellet-icky stuff that fell outside the window last Wednesday. I watched in horror on Thursday as the drizzle-ick rain turned to ice from the sky. And Monday? Well, let's just say the sight of raindrops splashing in a big puddle across the street was better than the sight of the cascade of heavy snowflakes that were falling.
It's probably not normal to despise a window. After all, it separates my desk from the slush. That's something worth acknowledging. But still, watching the drips of water run down those big panes is just depressing.
I've heard some seemingly crazy projections for later this week. The weather people threaten things like sun on Thursday, and 60-plus degrees by Friday.
Really, I think it's about time for a new scene outside the window. I've done the rain-turned-snow scene plenty this year. What I'm looking for is something brighter. Maybe even, green, blue and yellow. You know, like grass, sky and sun. Maybe with a hint of red or orange in there, like some pretty flowers. That's all I ask. Just some color, please.
I want to love my window again.