The Eye
Do you remember in The Lord of the Rings how Frodo always felt the "eye of Sauron" watching him when he put the Ring on? Well, I have my own "eye" but I do not have to put a ring on to feel it's glare. I simply have to walk into my kitchen.
Several months ago, my neighbor (whom I've never met) started working from home. He set up shop in his guest bedroom and planted his desk in front of the window. This window looks directly into my kitchen and dining room.
Like many do when they start working from home, he puts in too many hours. At no time of day can I freely walk through my house without feeling his gaze. I wash my dishes.. he's there. I wipe the counter.. he's there. I enjoy my morning glass of juice.. he's there. Sometimes I find myself crawling on all fours down the hallway and peeking around the corner before finally mustering the strength to enter the area.
How many times has he seen me naked? Does he invite his wife in to enjoy the show? Jaclyn and I saw them dancing around in there one evening. What has he seen us doing?
Perhaps one day I'll cross the street, climb the stairs, and throw his computer into the fiery cracks of Mt. Doom. Or, maybe I'll just install those blinds in the kitchen that Jaclyn likes.
posted by TinyElvis @ 7:28 AM
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2 Comments:
Oh I just love the ending conclusion! While I'd love for you to get those Venetian blinds, the thought of you braving Mount Doom with this guy's computer slung over your back is hysterical. Really, it'll do much better to resolve the actual problem (rather than hide it).
I spied "the eye" last night as I walked into your kitchen to get a glass of water. This time his blinds were down, casting a sheer barrier between us. The beauty of this barrier is this: he could not see out, but we could see in. I know this, for you have the same blinds.
So, for a moment I thought that I should set up some chairs by the window and call you over to watch. It was payback time, right? But then again, who really cares what he's doing? He's just sittin' there. Whereas we, on the other hand, have much more interesting things going on. (I'd like to think that he sees us actually living our lives, sharing laughter, joy, and grilled steak dinners.) This is a no-win situation. For all we know his work-from-home job could be to blog about what he sees through the window. Wouldn't that be ironic?
By the way, from his view, he can peer into both the kitchen a-n-d the office. In fact, I am in the office right now and I feel his gaze over my shoulder as I type.
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