
I always start out with the best of intentions. Really, I do. As you may well know by now, however, I have a small problem with realizing my limitations yet still carrying on despite them. I like to think that I am challenging myself but, unfortunately, I usually end up just making an ass of myself.
Case in point.
Last year was the first year that I had put up Christmas lights on the house. I had always thought that lights made a house look pretty and wanted that for my house as well. I had seen my father do it with much success over the last few years at both his old house in Belleville and his new one in Millstadt and figured that I could do it as well. I don’t have quite the eye for exterior decoration that my father does, but I knew that at the very least I could string a couple of strand of lights up around the roof line of the house to add some holiday cheer for all those that pass by my home.
Sure I could.
I had actually been buying strands of lights for this reason for the past couple of years but had just never pulled the trigger on putting them up. So, when it came time for me to actually do it, I was stocked with everything except for clips to attach them to the house and an extension ladder. I was able to buy the clips at Ace Hardware (along with a couple of light up signs for the yard – one of which I’m using again this year and one that I have kicked and beaten to hell due to poor craftsmanship on the manufacturers part and a severe lack of patience on my part) and was able to get an extension ladder from my wonderful neighbors Joy and Nikki.
It was a cold day, but luckily the wind wasn’t blowing excessively hard so that I was able to accomplish most of what I had to do without freezing my buns off. I started off at the left side of the front of the house and, while not knowing what I was doing at all, was surprised by how easy this was and how quickly it was going. In less than an hour, I had run the lights all along the front gutter, down and around the metal posts that hold up the overhang to our front porch, and then around the overhang itself. From what I could tell, it was looking pretty nice. Additionally, I was able to accomplish all of this with my trusty 6 foot wooden ladder that I trust more than most things in my life. It is solid, sturdy, and has never let me down whether it’s balancing on four or even two legs. I would stand on top of this ladder juggling newborn babies while balancing on one foot – and I don’t even know how to juggle. I trust it that much.
But now it was time to use the extension ladder.
I didn’t like the idea of the extension ladder for two reasons. First, I don’t trust standing on things that have parts that extend. I vividly recall the scene in “National Lampoons Christmas Vacation” when Clark is at the top of the extension ladder when the safety gives way leading to him falling rung by rung down to the ground. Sure, that’s funny in the movie but I didn’t like the possibility of that happening to me. Given my luck with tools and any type of household project whatsoever, I was bound to be injured by something like that. Second, the higher you extend the ladder, the less stable and more wobbly it becomes as you move towards the top. Now I know that I could lose a few pounds, but I don’t see 200 pounds as being an excessive amount of weight to place on a ladder. I was well within the limits of the ladder (believe me, I checked), but whenever I tried stepping a few rungs up, I felt the ladder bend just a bit. This had me freaked out.
Having already started the job, however, there was no way I was going to pull them all down, nor was I going to just decorate what was essentially a straight line across the front of my house with a little pizzazz thrown in the middle. There was more to be done and I wasn’t going to let a fear of falling off a ladder and breaking my legs/arms/pelvic bone/ spine/skull keep my neighbors from enjoying my little bit of holiday cheer. This job had to be done. I had to climb the ladder to the roof.
As I climbed the ladder, I could feel it bow beneath my weight. I had never used an extension ladder before and really had no idea how high it needed to be extended for any particular job. My main goal was not to dent the aluminum siding on the house so I figured that the best bet was to rest it against the gutter (I never claimed to be a genius – oh wait, yes I have. Nevermind.). Lucky for me, I wasn’t going to be standing on the ladder for a long period of time and just needed it to reach the roof so my gutter was spared the indignity of being crushed beneath my weight. As I ascended the ladder further and it bowed even more, I finally reached a point where I could grab onto the front section of the roof (the part of the roof I was climbing was recessed from the main portion of the house) and use it to balance myself as I climbed the rest of the way up there.
Now, I had never been on my roof before. Come to think of it, I’m not sure that I’d ever been on any roof before. Needless to say, it was a little overwhelming at first due to both the lack of things to hold onto and the much steeper grade than I had anticipated. I had seen roofers just walking around on roofs like it was no big deal and thought that my experience up there would be similar. After all, I may not be the toughest guy around, but I have never really been hesitant about trying something after I’ve seen someone else do it and learned from their mistakes. The roofers didn’t have any problems so why should I?
I’ll tell you why.
I’m not a freaking roofer. I don’t have special roofer shoes that give me additional traction while up there (I really have no idea if such a thing as “roofer shoes” exist, but just go with me here). I also don’t have the experience of walking on multiple roofs over the years and learning the different balancing techniques that prevent you from falling and sliding down multiple shingles to near certain injury or death. I am just a man. A man who wanted to add a little holiday joy for his family and friends by putting some stinking lights up around his house. And now I was up on my roof, unable to stand up, but determined to finish the job that I had started.
As I began to maneuver my way around the section of roof that I was currently decorating, I began to get my footing a bit and realize what I could and couldn’t do. What I could do was hold on to the upper section of the roof for balance as I made my way towards the apex. What I could do was place the clips and the light in that section of the roof as I made my way up. What I could do was just jet the lights hang loose along the lower section which pretty much finished my small job up there. What I couldn’t do, however, was something that I had not really contemplated prior to getting up there. What I couldn’t do was a huge part of this whole process and without being able to do this I really couldn’t even finish the job. What I couldn’t do, was get down.
As I mentioned before I had placed the ladder against the gutter to prevent dings and dents to my aluminum siding. In doing so, I had extended the ladder quite a bit so that the ends would not be resting directly upon the gutter itself but instead would be high in the air. Now, while that worked on the way up on to the roof, it was proving to be quite an inconvenience on the way down. The way that it was currently set up I could not simply climb over the top of the ladder, but instead I had to turn around backwards to get back on the ladder so that I could climb down. The other option was to try and shimmy my way down the roof on my ass and try to maneuver my way around the side of the extended ladder without my weight pulling it towards me and both of us crashing into either a living room window, the burning bush which we had just planted, or the cold hard ground below me. I could have worked my way down the roof while holding onto the aforementioned front section like I had when I climbed up, but that too would involve turning myself around and I just did not see any good coming from that. I could also have jumped off the roof onto the grass below, but I have a fondness for my knees and would enjoy keeping my original ones for as long as humanly possible. As a result I did the only thing that seemed appropriate at the time.
I just sat there.
Carol’s mother was in town and the two of them had taken Ben shopping, otherwise I would have called for them to get their help in this situation. My neighbors whom I had borrowed the ladder from were also gone for the day so screaming for them (and it would have been screaming as I was on the opposite side of the house - and outside) was not even an option. I thought about possibly calling one of my buddies to come over and help, but a) I didn’t even have my phone on me, and b) I would have never EVER lived it down. As a result I just sat there.
I must have sat there for 10 to 15 minutes thinking of ways to get down. Ideally, somebody would walk by the house and I could call to them for assistance, but no one walked by. I also thought that maybe someone sitting at home might look out there window and see the doofus wearing the plaid flannel coat and the wool lined baseball hat with the ear flaps (I like to get into the spirit of things) sitting on top of his roof for an extended period of time and wonder if he needed any help, but that didn’t happen either. Eventually, after about 20 minutes, I decided that I really just had to take my chances.
The first few attempts at getting down did not go so well. I knew that I had to just suck it up, shimmy down the roof, get a foot on the ladder and take my chances of falling over, but I just couldn’t do it. I would position myself and make my way down, but would then second guess myself and climb back to the top of the roof. This probably went on for 10 minutes or so as I was still hoping that somebody might walk by and offer some assistance, but the assistance never came and I finally had to just suck it up and do it.
I began to motivate myself by telling myself how easy it was. I could do this. All of a sudden, I had motivational movie quotes going through my head: “Eye of the tiger, Scott. Eye of the tiger.” “Use the force, Scott.” “It puts the lotion on its skin.” Before I knew it, I had stood up, maneuvered my way down the roof, grabbed hold of that damn ladder and carefully swung myself around to where I was able to climb down. When I reached the ground I took a deep breath, looked around to see if anybody had witnessed the amazing act of bravery that had just occurred, and saw at least four different groups of people now walking their dogs down my street. Tardy bastards.
Well, eventually I finished the lights on my house and was pretty impressed with my work. For never having done it before, it actually looked like I knew what I was doing. The Christmas season came and went and, being the timely fellow that I am, I took the lights down on the last day of February. I never lit them after Christmas; I was just in no hurry to go out there in the cold to take them down.
But do you think I learned my lesson?
Of course not.
While I was generally pleased with what I had done last year, I was always a little bummed that I had missed the side of the house facing the driveway. The reason I didn’t do it was because it would have involved getting back on the roof right after I had worked my way down the first time. This year, however, I really wanted to decorate that portion also as I thought that it would really complete the feeling of holiday cheer that I was trying to spread. So first thing this past Sunday morning, I got out the extension ladder that my parents had gotten me for the prior Christmas and got my ass up on the roof. Again, it was steeper than I remembered and, with the exception of the chimney which leads to our nonexistent fireplace, I really had nothing to hold on to.
Despite this, I was able to easily add the lights to the frame of the roof by sliding on my belly on the way down and then clawing my way back up, but alas, when I was done I had the unenviable task of once again climbing down the ladder. I don’t know why I thought it would be any easier this time, but of course it wasn’t and I was left once again sitting on my roof looking for a savior. Again, I went over various options of how to maneuver my way back towards the ground and, again, none of them seemed like anything I wanted to do right then and there. Once again, I just sat there.
After about five minutes of contemplating my next move, I decided that I had no choice but to call for Carol (who I was smart enough to make sure was home this time around in case something like this occurred again). Just as I was about to call for Carol to come out and hold the ladder, my neighbor Nikki came home and I was able to call for her to come and rescue me. Still fearful about getting on the ladder as I was over concrete this time, I made the decision for her to move the ladder around the house to where I had my problems last year, but not before Carol had heard the commotion and had come outside so that they could both openly mock me. Eventually, I bear crawled my way across the length of the roof and was able to climb down after she placed the ladder against the house rather than the gutter at a 90 degree angle from me making it very easy for me to access the rungs with no fear involved at all.
What a novel concept. I’m gonna remember that for next year.
Who am I kidding.
No I won’t.
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