I started working for my dad when I turned 14.
He and my uncle owned a construction company.
One of the questions they asked potential employees was, “Can you climb?”
They never asked me
I will be the first to tell you I am not comfortable 20 ft in the air, sitting on top of an inch and 1/2 truss installing 2 by 6′s
Heights in and of themselves, don’t bother me.., it’s having to climb around, trying to keep my balance that gives me stress. And it gets worse the older I get. My balance, and upper arm strength are not what it was 25 years ago.
I think it’s called aging.
Work was getting slow last October so when a local farmer asked me if I would be interested in helping him build a machine shed over the Winter I didn’t think twice. I knew there might be some climbing involved, but since I can draw upon half a dozen people locally who can climb, I got the cement wall poured late last Fall with the understanding we could build the building whenever we had time.
That time was this past week.
And my labor pool suddenly evaporated.
Mitchell is in Las Vegas.
Randy and his crew are in the middle of building a restaurant that burnt down this past January.
and yours truly found himself 25 feet in the air over frozen rock.
I have not had the energy the past few weeks to do much of anything when I got home from work.
Tuesday we had the crane on the job site to swing in the rafters.
I was up and down the 25 ft extension ladder 100 times.
50% of the day, the fear was palatable.
I went home exhausted.
Wednesday we picked up where we left off from Tuesday, installing additional 2 by 6′s.
On at least three occassions Wednesday I felt like I was loosing my balance and had to literally talk myself into staying calm and figuring out where to put my hands next.
Nobody was going to be able to climb up and “unstick” me.
I miss all of you who take the time to stop by the blog, which is why I thought I better post something to let you know what I’ve been “ up to.”
I haven’t been ruminating on anything profound, just trying to keep my balance.
Several years ago now,when I was still employed by my dad and uncle, we were building a large dairy loafing shed. The concrete was already poured and we were working 20 ft in the air.
I said these words to my Uncle John “I don’t feel comfortable up there.”
I’ve heard those words spoken behind my back on numerous occassions since.
And you know what? I could care less.
If you’re not comfortable in a certain situation,then you have no business being there. That’s when things happen.
So what about you?
Talk to me.
What have you been up to the past few weeks? DM