The hanging chad is no longer.
Yesterday I told of how a week ago the Little Bitty had spit to the lawn a big slice of white trim from under the roof, and how the day had come for my dear wife Karen to hold the ladder so I could take a climb and bang it back into place.
Household repairs like that are always slightly more than they first appear to be.
This big piece of sheet metal put up by a contractor by the name of Patrick some seven years ago was twisted and dented.
It took a smaller ladder for Karen to climb beside me to hold the heavier than expected trim aloft for me to correctly position it under the lip.
I had to move the extension ladder more to the left for better swinging power to my right side. Karen had to reconfigure the smaller ladder between the rain channel that’s build up from the land under the ledge. Then I discovered she was standing at the tippy top of a ladder that I knew was way too wobbly, and I wanted no part of that.
That’s just about when our Lovely Lorraine walked past and asked if we wanted to borrow their bigger ladder. And her husband Good Neighbor Tim came over from next door to look over the situation before bringing it over.
They both stuck around, helping Karen position their ladder and hold the trim and offering me suggestions on trim positioning and watching me hammer nails. After all, they’ve been doing stuff exactly like this on their matching house next door in the Syracuse city neighborhood of Eastwood for four decades. Before I knew it, Tim was handing me first an awl and then his cordless drill. All of it made my task easier.
While I was out there, I got some fall stuff done.
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It was time to cover up the outdoor workings of the split duct air conditioner. Do not say out loud or write in a comment, “You know that means it will hit 90 tomorrow, Mark.”
And I decided I won’t be grilling in the backyard until the spring thaw.
I also enjoyed our late-blooming white rose in the middle of the hourglass garden out front and wanted to share that contrast amid the darker colors of autumn. Cherry Cherry sure is holding onto some green, too, though.
About an hour after I’d settled into my recliner, I got his this email message:
Height may make you uncomfortable, but you did really well. 🙂 Tim
How high up on a ladder have you climbed, and what did you do while you were up there? What do you need to cover up for the season, and do you need to tie anything down? What neighborly help have given or gotten lately?