December 2, 2021
Like a re-occurring nightmare, I found myself up there again last weekend.
The wind blasted my face as I clung to a teetering ladder clipping Christmas lights to the gutters. Light by light and foot by foot, I made my way around the house throughout the afternoon. The sun set just in time to reveal how many lights had broken during the installation process.
What was the point of even checking them beforehand?
I swore I'd never do it again. After going through the hassle last year, I vowed to shift to the ground level this year. The top of the fence was good enough, I told Kaity. I wasn't go...