So today (after a very long nap, of course) I went right out there, leaned a ladder against the house, dragged a broom, a rake, and a trowel up the ladder with me, and went up on the roof. Bravely, I might add. (Y'all must recall my well-documented fear of heights.) I attacked the giant pile of leaves and sticks that had accumulated up there, scooped about a bushel of pecans out of my gutters, and then...and then...I had to face getting back down the ladder. Yikes.
Eleanor Roosevelt once said, "Do one thing every day which scares you." Yeah, well. With all due respect to Miz Roosevelt, she never had to deal with this schidt. There's a reason why we've never seen photos of ol' Eleanor up on a roof. She did a lot of amazing and inspirational things in her life, but I bet she never walked around on the roof of her house with a phone in her bra trying to psych herself up to climb back down that ladder.
Let's see...climbing up the ladder and then back down...I surely think that counts as two scary things, so I'm good for tomorrow. No need to be a risk-taker tomorrow. Tomorrow I'll just scrape and caulk. Safely. No climbing about on top of the house.
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