Much the same, here. When I was 18, I loved ladders and high
places. Now, 30 years later, ladders scare me. I'm fine with
flat roofs, but up the ladder, and onto the roof really
terrifies me. And the moment from the roof to the ladder
scares the life out of me, again.

That said, last week, I needed to be on a roof to change
filters on HVAC unit. My helper and I found the safest
place, and I went up. I got to doing too many things at
once, and forgot to put the filters into one of the units.
Had to go back up. Ah, well. Made for a long day.

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"aemeijers" wrote in message
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Don't forget the decay curve of age. I did high work as a
kid, and even
free-climbed rock faces at the local quarry. However, a few
years ago,
apparently my body had enough of that foolishness, and
started sending
me messages. Started around the same time I noticed that I
was using the
handrail on stairways. WTF? I can't even stand close to the
balcony rail
in the lobby at work anymore without getting that funny
feeling, or
twist around halfway up my extension ladder to trim tree
branches that
are getting into the house. And I carry the ladder around
the house and
set it on the deck, to get on the roof now, versus extending
it all the
way from the driveway by the garage door. That step back
onto the ladder
from the roof was just getting too scary.

So, I do still do SOME high work, but I'm a lot more careful
now, and
plan all my moves to minimize the trips up and down. But my
place is a
one-story- if I had a 2-story, I think I'd probably hire the
roof work out.

My inner ears are probably looking out for me. 18 and
immortal was a
LONG time ago, and I don't bounce worth a damn any more.

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aem sends...