Yes, every damn one of them. But I was bullet proof back them, or so I thought.
My Mom was about 65 when she decided to go up on the roof to clear some downed willow branches. ( we had an agreement she would never go on the roof). A large branch snapped back at her, hit her on the head and she did a complete summersalt fell 10 ‘ to the ground and landed on her feet ( she has always been athletic…..and this time lucky too) . She walked away with a small knot on her forehead.
I did the same thing back in May. I got on the roof to clean the leaves out of the channels. After I finished realized I could not get enough traction to make it back to the peak and across to reach the ladder. I did not have my phone on me or I could have called a neighbor to move the ladder for me. It started to rain so I had to climb into a tree and climb down on it.Had a cape cod style house, wanted to clean the chimney. Get up on the roof, couldn't get down. I'm banging on the roof to get my wife's attention, yelling for help. Finally she came out, she said she heard the banging and thought I was hammering. Next time I tied a rope around the chimney, didn't help much. After that I started cleaning from the inside up, a little messier but safer.
Her neighbor who saw the whole thing ( my Mom would have never admitted it ) compared it to a circus acrobat.
Shop Dummy no longer allowed on a ladder.
Next door, retired roofer neighbor (who I found deceased one morning at 83, from a heart attack, in the comfort of his recliner), was still climbing a 20' ladder to clean out his gutters the week before he passed.
Seems all these old Arkies, who make it that far, have a squirrel or two in the family tree ...
Yep, most are nuts.Seems all these old Arkies, who make it that far, have a squirrel or two in the family tree ...
Sigh. I miss bulletproof...Yes, every damn one of them. But I was bullet proof back them, or so I thought.
My Mom grew up in a TN farming family and was tuff as nails. I compare my childhood to hers and even as simple as we lived, it was relatively the lap of luxury compared to her childhoodShop Dummy no longer allowed on a ladder.
Next door, retired roofer neighbor (who I found deceased one morning at 83, from a heart attack, in the comfort of his recliner), was still climbing a 20' ladder to clean out his gutters the week before he passed.
Seems all these old Arkies, who make it that far, have a squirrel or two in the family tree ...
I'll climb as high as anyone, as long as I can keep one foot on the ground.
LOL! I don’t think I’ll be getting back up on anything for awhile.Yeah....I don't get on roofs, either....and my ribs and my roof appreciate that.....
That said, I'm going to have to find someone to patch a leak that just decided to show itself. You available, Orbie?....
I said some things I wouldn’t want my Pastor to hear…Dang! did ya play it off like I'm good!
Dang it boy!I had a bit of a fall today. I was in town so I decided to trim trees off the roof and hang Christmas lights early. It began raining and footing became slippery. I fell from about 5’ and landed chest first on my fence. My wife insisted I go get X-rays to make sure I didn’t crack a rib. I wasn’t very enthused since it’s not the first time I’ve busted up my ribs before but luckily nothing is fractured.