Musings about writing, being a freelance editor, and life in general, with healthy doses of humor and unapologetic acts of silliness.
Saturday, June 19, 2010
Between a Rock and a Hard Place
So last night I was painting the house, and decided to knock off for the night, as it was getting dark. I was quite high up on an extension ladder, painting the second story with a roller on an extension pole. It felt like I was 40 stories up. Descending a ladder from that height is an interesting proposition. For one thing, ladders are built for tall people. I'm short. As I descend, I hang onto the ladder in a death grip and lower one leg, groping with the tip of my toe, certain I'll never be able to reach the next rung. It's that way all the way down to the ground. The gaps between rungs are not easy to navigate for a short person.
Since I live alone and I know that accidents can happen, I take my phone with me. It's not a cell phone--just a cordless phone. I figure if I fall, God forbid, I'll at least be able to call 9-1-1. But I don't have pockets in my jeans, and besides, if I fell, I'd probably land on the phone and break it, so instead, I put the phone in a baggie and place it on the ground at the base of the ladder. I figure if I fell, I'd be able to reach the phone and make my call.
So there I am, descending from the heights of an extension ladder, when suddenly my shoe gets caught and I can't move it. What the . . .? I look down, and of all things one of my shoelace had managed to impale itself on a tiny wire connected to the giant hook thingies that lock the extension part of the ladder in place. I can't reach my shoe to unlace it, and the shoelace is thoroughly impaled (the wire went through the lace, like a safety pin). I can't go up or down. I can't wriggle the shoe enough to get the lace untrapped. I can't even get my foot out of the shoe because just that morning, knowing I was going to be going up and down ladders, I laced my shoes nice and tight.
I'm stuck. And it's getting dark. And my phone is on the ground. And it's starting to rain. Great.
But determination is my middle name. Clinging to the ladder like a monkey, I wriggled and wriggled my foot and eventually managed to slip out of the shoe. I then descended the ladder with one shoe on and one shoe off. Now that was a painful experience! A bare foot on a narrow rung just isn't fun. However, once the shoe was eye level where I could use my hands, I managed to work the shoe loose and take it down the rest of the way with me.
I can hardly wait to find out what happens next time I climb up a ladder.
I'm retired from freelance editing and living the good life. I love not working for a living! I live on a small farm in rural western Washington State where I reside with my dogs, cats, and horses. I have a warped sense of humor and I'm joyously silly most of the time.