I went on the front porch roof to paint, climbing out my bedroom window and feeling very brave indeed. I was fine until I turned away from the wall, looked at the very slope-y roof I was standing on and took a good look at the wide fields, and the long drop in front of me. Cue panic attack.
Color me chicken, and the front of my house not at all, because that was the end of my painting out there.
And a thunderstorm blew in tonight and dampened our attack of side 3. But we got it mostly primed and partly painted. I did just fine at foot 20 of the scaffolding. I mean, compared to the slope-y roof, what's a few ladder rungs among friends?
Color me chicken, and the front of my house not at all, because that was the end of my painting out there.
And a thunderstorm blew in tonight and dampened our attack of side 3. But we got it mostly primed and partly painted. I did just fine at foot 20 of the scaffolding. I mean, compared to the slope-y roof, what's a few ladder rungs among friends?
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