Without getting into it, I had to investigate a leak in the roof of the garage. I used a rickety step ladder to get up to the roof. Barely making it without killing myself as the ladder was very unsteady, I did my business up there, concerned the whole time that I was going to fall through the old roof and crash into my car below.
That didn't happen.
I did spend a little time up there. I haven't been on the roof of a building in a long time. When I lived in NYC I did that quite a bit. The top of the World Trade Center, Tar Beach at my friends' house in Queens, or the Empire State Building.
I had a good time looking around and seeing the neighborhood in a different perspective. The palm trees, the other roofs down the street. It also afforded me a chance to look at some of my neighbor's yards and what they have in them.
Sheez.
When it came time to come down, I realized that the ladder was not going to work for me as I not only had to put my foot on the very top of that wobbly thing, but I also had to lift my body over a 2x4 that was making my descent a lot more difficult than it needed to be.
So I went to another part of the roof and sat there with my legs dangling over the edge. I thought that since I am so tall, if I could swing my body around I could just hang off the side edge of the roof and then just "fall" the two feet or so to the ground.
Well that plan went out the window when I decided that I didn't trust the edge of the roof to be a solid gripping point when I needed it. So I did what I didn't want to do.
I jumped.
Let's just say that the bottom of my right foot hurts a lot right now. Like the time I got my Batman cape stuck in my brake hand while I was rappelling in a stunt show. In the show I landed pretty hard on the ball of my right foot. That is kind of what happened today.
Next time I'll request an airbag...
Kurt
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