I’ve told myself I’m afraid of ladders for something like eight years now. Back in 2016 I was working as a repair carpenter for a large painting company. I’d fix up junky, punky, crappy old decks and stairs and bits of siding or sill so it could get painted. One job I was on was to repair the deck of an apartment 4 stories up. I soldiered through and quit the day it was done. Being that high on a ladder without a harness, hefting God knows how many pounds of 2x8 joists up...I was not feeling safe at the time. 

Because of that experience I basically made the decision to never use ladders. If the project requires ladders, that’s just no good, oughta hire someone to do that particular bit of craft.  

Today though I used a ladder. I used one several times and had nothing even close to an accident. I took my time, I took it easy, it wasn’t so bad. It wasn’t comfortable, I don’t know if anyone has ever been fully comfortable on an aluminum ladder, but I wasn’t sweating more than was normal for the sun and the summer. 

I’ve not been writing much about Abby’s pregnancy and I think that’s because it’s going well and because there’s a lot to do and because I’m less interested in making this blog an out and out journal. 

I was speaking with a friend today about how they just want a break, but the responsibilities just keep coming. Abby and I had a similar moment of crises as we outlined all we had to do this summer before the baby was born, and reflected on the fact that once they are born, by which time we will ahve accomlpished maybe 20% of what we have to do, we’ll have a hell of a lot less time to do anything.

If the projects are just going to keep on coming, like the proverbial hits, the trick has got to be to enjoy them, to enjoy the busy, and to indulge in it a bit.