I noticed a while ago that there was a weed growing out of my rain gutter. I admired the weed for several months before finally breaking down, borrowing a ladder, taking a deep breath, and cleaning the gutters.
My next-door neighbors frequently work on cars in their driveway, so I waited until I saw them out there, and then hauled out my tools. Their driveway is right near where my roof-cleaning would happen, so I figured they could keep an eye on me and call 911 as needed.
I was feeling very proud of myself as I scooped all of the junk out of the gutters, but as I came to the side of the house, it became clear that the neighbor’s oak tree has spent three years dropping aaalllll of its leaves on my roof. I did a significant amount of sweeping from my perch on the ladder…
…but then reached the end of my reach, and had to climb onto the roof to get the rest of the leaf debris.
I took several deep breaths, did some self talk about the fact that I was NOT going to fall through the roof, and then heaved myself up, kneeling on the roof of my porch, broom in hand.
At this point, I had popped up high enough to see my neighbor in his driveway. He was staring back at me, looking somewhat wary of the crazy lady on the roof.
“Beeeeeee caaaaarefullll…..” he said, while I smiled as bravely as I could, and cleared off the remaining leaves.
It took me several wheelbarrow-loads to haul all of the leaf debris out of my front yard, and when I finally raked up the last pile, I turned to my neighbor and exclaimed: “I did it!”
He gave me a nod and a thumbs up, and we each continued on with our chores.