It Comes with the Job

With unseasonably warm dry weather, Sandy home on vacation this week and Thanksgiving only a few weeks away, I decided it was a great opportunity to hang Christmas lights on the house. I usually wait until it is bitter cold. Last year, the weather was so nasty that we skipped hanging the icicles altogether. Using three different sized ladders I worked my way around our two-story roof a few feet at a time. After climbing up and down multiple times, and carrying those heavy ladders around all day long, my tired body ached. I took a long, hot shower and wanted to just lay on the couch and rest, but no: That wasn’t in my son’s itinerary. They hadn’t seen me all day long and wanted some serious Daddy time. Both climbed on the couch and attacked my feeble bones with toys and covers, but I’m not complaining.