Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Up On The Roof Again

Spring is finally springing around here. The snowhill is now only a pancake and the air smells of thawing winter fertilizer. Liberty did a good job covering the front yard with brown Easter eggs all winter. I just need to let Lady Di know she can start collecting them anytime.

I got a little bit of a start on my job, taking down the Christmas lights. Christmas lights in March!? I know I'm a little late but if you lived in Frozen Tundra, MN, you would wait until after St. Patrick's Day too.

Anyway, I got the ladder out and anchored it firmly in the soggy, slippery mud. Up on the roof, I remembered the last time I ventured to this high place. Last year, I was taking lights down on a windy day and, of course, the ladder blew down. So I was stuck on the roof alone. The windows were locked, so I politely knocked on one to get the attention of my loving family inside the house. The knocking progressed to pounding on the wall to see if anyone missed their dear old Dad. After about twenty minutes, Lady Di came out to check on me. By then I was already trying to spell S.O.S. with shingles to signal airplanes flying overhead. Once she was done teasing me, she returned my ladder. Apparently, the kids had heard me knocking and pounding but didn't think it was more important than what Spongebob was doing on TV at the time.

Luckily, this year there had no such drama. It was a little breezy but the lights had to come down. After the roof was cleaned of its lights, the trees in the yard got defrocked. Here is the result of my labors.

Now I just have to find a place to store them. Maybe it would be better to leave them out all year. Sometimes I wonder if it is worth putting so many lights out each year.

Of course it is!

1 comment:

James (SeattleDad) said...

Man, it is way past the time I am thinking about Christmas. You took me by surprise with that one.

I bet it feels good to have them down now though, right?

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