Also...this update is being offered posthumously...refer to the title above.
Here it is, Thanksgiving Day, a day to rest and eat...right? Well, not so much around our cul-de-sac, today has been a day of hard labor, at least for the guys. It seems that 3 of us have been involved in potentially deadly activities. About 10 this morning I ventured out with my step and extension ladders to clean all of the pine needles and other assorted gunk out of the gutters. I would have gotten out of this if not for that fact that all of the snow and ice that was on the ground, rooftops and in gutters last weekend melted off this week. The endeavor had me a good 20 feet or so in the air...compliments of the ladder...leaning and reaching for all of that cold, wet and soupy stuff. I also had to climb on the roof a couple of times in order to accomplish my mission. I could have been killed! Ya think my wife cared? Doesn't seem like it...she's still in her pajamas (note the time is 3:09pm). At the same time that I was going up and down the ladder and bounding from rooftop to rooftop I spied my neighbor using similar implements to install his Christmas lights. At one point he was perched on his roof, a good 25 to 30 feet above ground, defying death in order to add color and light to his holiday experience. He may well have met his end...I haven't paid much attention for a couple of hours. If that's not enough, out in the driveway of the next house over I see another neighbor setting up to deep fry their turkey. I recall from our days living in the southeast...much warmer days...that people liked to cook their birds in this manner, and invariably a half dozen or so houses were burned to the ground each year in the process. At this point I haven't noticed any conflagrations, but the day ain't over yet.
I mentioned above that I DID see Brady back on Halloween.
That's all for now...the firetrucks just showed up across the street.
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