...I slept in.
You would have too, if you'd spent the afternoon cleaning gutters. And ironing a pleated bedskirt.
[Indiana Jones] Pleats! Why did it have to be pleats?[/Indiana Jones]
I fared better on the roof. In the last stretch, I had a total Slinky-the-cat moment. I don't know how you clean gutters -- catch 'em early enough and I hear you can use a leaf blower, but I'm rarely that well-timed. They're usually full, with a nasty wet layer at the bottom. I go after 'em with a couple of plastic putty knives, piling up and tossing the leaves over the side, each between-hangers section at a time. On an inside corner, facing into the breeze, I did so -- and the dry leaves caught the wind and fell up!
Oh, that The Slinker could have seen it. All her life, she was fascinated that items pushed off a high place always fell down. Fortunately for me, her experiments were usually confined to things the size and weight of a cat toy, so bigger breakables were (mainly) safe, while pens, pencils, thimbles, silverware and penknives all were treated to Slinky's Experients in Gravity, pushed over the edge and solemnly watched all the way to the floor. Just once, I would have liked for that little cat to have encountered an unexpected result.
One Evening On Kansas II
6 days ago