Hard help is good to find

The hanging chad is no longer.

Repair made.

Hammered out the details.

Hammered out the details.

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.

Right again.

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.

Hover over any gallery photo for a description. Click on the right photo in any gallery for an enlarged slide show.

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.

Our late bloomer.

Our late bloomer.

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. πŸ™‚ Tim

Sweet.

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?

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75 thoughts on “Hard help is good to find

  1. Aw, don’t be such a ladder sissy. It’s not classified as a trauma unless you fall more than fifteen fett. Just kidding, I work in th ER and there are so many life changing falls from ladders.

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  2. Sounds like you and Karen work together on home repairs better than I do with MDH. But I am usually to blame for another strife.
    I an it afraid of heights but my daredevil side has dampened after many knee and Achilles surgeries. Probably my worst transgression occurred in my early 30’s. My house has a vaulted ceiling with large pane windows so high a regular ladder won’t reach them to clean. I had a pretty good sized wooden table at the time so I did what any person with no sense of safety would do -I put the ladder on the table. My ex DH came home to find me teetering at the top of this pile and he completely flipped out. And rightfully so. That is a stunt I would not repeat today, I assure you.

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  3. Good man, not letting your wife stand on the tippy top of the ladder (I did not mean that in a paternalistic way; nobody should let anybody do that nor do it themselves, a gender-neutral exhortation). I am quite put to shame, as I rarely if ever undertake any repairs my own self. I am so NOT handy! I did do some deck and yard work yesterday, though, in the spirit of getting to the wine-drinking, movie-watching portion of the day sooner. Rock on!

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  4. So nice of your neighbors to help you out like that. We have a handyman who lives next door. My sister got me a jewelry armoire, heavy small closet type of thing that hangs on the wall. We asked my neighbor to borrow some tools and the next thing you know…bang bang boom…hung!! It doesn’t get any better than that. He wouldn’t even accept our $20.

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  5. I will climb up on the roof and scuttle about if The Mister holds the ladder. I do better with heights than he does. Long ago, he worked insurance claims, and climbed many a high-pitched roof, much to his chagrin.
    I’m glad you got the trim fixed up.I like the kind of trim you have, with the rain channels, and wonder if that would work on our home.
    Anyway, we’ll be having some guys out at the end of the month to clean the debris from the gutters. I can do it, we both can, but it’s worth paying someone else.

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  6. I don’t do ladders, but hubby does. it scares me when he paints the house. The front and back aren’t too bad because the roof slopes down, but the sides are probably about 30 feet (maybe more) to the roof peak. He goes up our longest ladder and then uses a brush on an extension to get that last little bit of painting done. I had to laugh when our next door neighbor had her house “professionally” painted a few years back – her contractors missed the last half foot on the sides. You can clearly see the original yellow paint surrounded by the new brown paint.

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  7. We’re lucky to also have kind and considerate neighbours. I don’t clilmb ladders myself but we do have an extra long one since we have extra extra high ceilings with beams running across, so that makes for some very eventful painting.

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  8. The house looks perfect, hanging this emphasizes how nice you are, Mark: everyone pitches in. Your neighbors are nice and the ladder helped. Your white rose is like a beautiful autumn gift. Did Karen cut and put in a vase? πŸ™‚

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  9. I climbed up to the crow’s nest of a tall ship once. I’m not usually afraid of heights, but my stomach crawled into my throat up there with all the swaying… as a consequence following my work’s “ladder policy” of having a spotter on even a 3-step ladder seems trivial.

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  10. Strangely enough, I’m more afraid of ladders now than when I was a teenager. Wisdom? Could be. That I’m getting shorter and it’s further up than it used to be? More likely.
    Good job, Mr. Mark. πŸ™‚

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  11. When I was a child I would swing from grapevines across a creek bro Mark. When I was a teenager, I got dizzy looking down at the ground just standing up, I’ve had MS since age 9, so that is probably one of the cause factors, and a healthy fear of heights plays a huge roll in it. If God wanted me to fly, I would have sprouted wings between my shoulder blades as a baby, and then I could be on top of the world. As it is, it took me a month to go the distance to my window, and then only because it has only a half window. I can now stand at my “patio” window, full length, without fear, because it is supposedly unbreakable glass. I keep reminding myself of that.
    I visited Natural Bridge with my ‘rents and baby sis several years ago, and while ‘Lainie walked to the edge and looked over, I wormed my way on my belly to peek carefully over the edge, then wormed my way back to the middle, and crawled to the trail again before standing up. Large bodies of water affect me the same way. Don’t know why, don’t really care why, I just avoid both. I do love my Ohio River though, mainly because there is a nice railing around my part of it.

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