Mandatory overtime at work (I was not allowed by work to refuse), mandatory family time (no tree is gonna get between me and my kids), keeping my Sunflower happy (need I explain?!?), and lack of a spotter have all conspired with my general fear of falling (a very healthy fear, I might add) to keep me from getting back up on the roof to finish the job. Yes, I said back up. I was up once, which would be when I discovered my fear of falling. Not really afraid of heights, just afraid of falling. With a brother spotting me, I spent 3 to 4 hours up there with a chainsaw just cutting off the leafy branches. Today, for lack of a spotter, I am trying to break down the limbs into firewood, kindling, and compost.
Pictures of me usually look like this,
but I let Brandi (a.k.a. Sunflower) snap some of me while I was "on the job."
Carrying one of the many branches after stripping it to cut it up.
Cutting with POWER ! Arrr arrr arrr.
but I let Brandi (a.k.a. Sunflower) snap some of me while I was "on the job."
Carrying one of the many branches after stripping it to cut it up.
Cutting with POWER ! Arrr arrr arrr.
Halfway done with the little branches, now for the rest on the roof (still !).
Doesn't look too bad, but don't .....
... look down.
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I'd volunteer my husband, but we've got a full weekend this weekend. (viewing, funeral, zoo, grandparents) But feel free during the (next) week to give us a call and he can come help!
Oh, I'm laughing!! The power tool Arr, Arr, Arr cracked me up!
Congrats on having that job done! :)
Now you know why I can get up to high places but can't get down.
Thus, I was put on the roof as a kid to clean the gutters, and would be the same place, (never moved) when they came back looking for me. Even when there was a open window, a few feet away!!
Hahaha. "Not a fear of heights, just a fear of falling." Sounds just like a man's explanation, which I suppose is good in this case;)
Hope school is going well for you Brandi. Thanks for stopping by with birthday wishes!
ROFL!! "Not really afraid of heights, just afraid of falling." NOW I understand what causes that queasy feeling in the pit of my stomach every time I get more than 2 feet off the ground!
GOOD JOB on getting all that wood chopped. Now after this year's snow wars you'll have plenty of fire to warm up by.
In Jon's defense:
He actually doesn't mind heights. He loves tall roller coasters and other tall structures. He just likes to be strapped in tight.
I get motion sick, so when Birdie had to be care-flighted (as a toddler) Jon went with her in the helicopter. He loved it! He didn't like the reason he was getting the ride, but he loved being up that high, etc.
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