Noel Hell

I’m afraid of heights. Really, that’s my only irrational fear. Heights. And spiders. Heights and spiders and fathering ugly children. OK, so I’m a quivering bundle of irrational neuroses, but that’s not the point. The point is, I’m afraid of heights.

Planes don’t bother me, and neither do rollercoasters, Ferris Wheels, or anything like that. Hell, I love those things. But open heights scare the crap out of me. So how do I deal with it? I do stuff like climb trees and rocks, and (just once) jump out of an airplane.

Or hang Christmas lights.

Next year will be easier. Now that the cup hooks are in place, we should be able to string the lights up with one of those grabby extension pole thingies. But not this time around. Oh, no.

Today was spent on the roof with a cordless drill and two boxes of 3/4″ cup hooks. The plan was to string those white icicle lights along the roofline above the garage, then back under the gutter to the front door, and from there across the north side of the front of the house. Turned out the garage