up with the lights

It's nice to have Silas around. 

Because every year around this time I get anxious about getting my Christmas lights up.  I need to get them up before the first big storm.  I need them to be all ready and secure and waiting so that all I need to do is flick the switch on December 1st.  And to get this, I need a husband who is not afraid of heights due to an unfortunate ladder incident from his childhood. And that is something I don't have.  But I do have Silas, a roofer, a man with knee straps, a man who has absolutely no fear of heights. 



Now, I have to say, my ground bound crew isn't so bad.  While Silas was leaping around on my roof, they were busy untangling, testing, screwing, unscrewing and shouting directions up to Mr. Roofer.

At one point Tyler even ventured up there to assist.  He looks like he might be taking after his dad all crouched up in the corner.  But I need him to take note and learn from the master.  The master who will not be here for me next November.

Please don't fall off my roof and die right before your mission. 

Please.

Okay, now Tyler is standing up and it even looks like he might be helping.  There is hope for next year after all.  And now, thanks to my crew, my house is ready for Christmas.  So, bring on the storms, bring on the snow and the wind and the deadly icicles that threaten every year to pull down my beautiful lights. 

Our house, the outside at least, is ready!

Thanks Mr. Roofer.  I will miss you!