Now that the roof on the house is done, we’ve moved on to the workshop. After coming to “grips” with my fear of heights by emulating a tree frog  John has had me up on the roof of the workshop helping out again.

Reasons I hate the workshop roof:

1) It is only accessible via extension ladders, those are tall and scary.

2)Getting onto the roof from the scary ladder is even scarier.

3)I’m not even going to talk about getting back onto the ladder.

4) Once on top the roof is flat, but very small, falling in any direction would be certain death.

5)Five turkey vultures were soaring and circling, clearly they knew about the certain death.

So up on the roof, far, far out of my- feet on the ground- element I was, shall we say, a little testy. Later with my feet firmly on the ground I apologized to John and explained that I was just having a hard time dealing with the fact that one of us was going to pitch off the roof and die at any moment.

Then I thought about what I said.

I have since resolved to try to make my last moments with my husband friendlier ones.