Traditional Phobias
Tonight was the second year we followed a holiday tradition we started last year: The annual Get Bryan Off the Roof Extravaganza.
Tonight I started hanging Christmas lights. Yes, I know it’s 5 days until Christmas; we’ve been busy. On the front of our house, in over my office, in fact, is a rather tall gable. The only way to get up there is to climb on the roof.
No problem, you’d think, since I spent a lot of time in high school on construction sites, climbing up and down on houses. And there would be no problem, except I don’t like heights.
I got over it when I spent weekends and summers in construction. I never liked it, but I did it. But the intervening years, combined with a rather steep roof, combine to give me trouble.
To my credit, I get up there and do it. Eventually. Tonight it took me about 20 minutes to get up the courage to climb up. Which is an improvement over last year, when it took about 30 minutes for me to screw up my courage to climb back down.
But I’m done until next year, when I will again crab-walk up the valley of the house, sit on my butt straddling the ridge, and scoot out to hang some Christmas cheer.
December 20th, 2004 at 11:22 pm
We had lost faith in you after driving by last weekend and seeing nothing but your sudy light on. What’s with the blue glow around the front door?
December 20th, 2004 at 11:25 pm
The blue glow is left over from halloween. Did I mention we’ve been busy?
We had a wreath hung up on the door, that’s about it.
But the church was decorated; that’s where the time went.