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Up On the Housetop Rach-Dear Pause
(Yeah, I know… corny… even for me.)
With all the holiday traditions being posted with loving descriptions and pictures all of your blogs, I thought I’d give y’all a dose of what the joyous reality can be like with me in your life.
We were about to celebrate Christmas in a the new house in the burbs. We were living here:
Except that there were no houses nearby. It was a brand new neighborhood and there were a grand total of two completed and three under construction.
Me – the let’s go crazy with Christmas decorations chick - (remember the joyous part?) had ascertained that we most definitely needed to cheer up the lonely neighborhood.
So we pulled these out:
(Umm, actually we didn’t… it was those horrible icicle strands that blew up onto the roof eleventy hundred times daily, but we’ll forget that part, k? Remember, joyous?)
So in an effort to assist with the joy-making, I joined the husband in
untangling the ungodly mess laying out the lights on the roof.
We climbed through the second story window (see that arrow?) and carefully attached the lights to every single peak and corner. Then turned back to do the second story and dormer.
The husband had placed a towel between the window and the frame… but man it was getting cold. I went inside to grab another set of extension cords, hopped back out the window, kicked the towel out of the way so the window could shut and keep the breeze out, and took half a step.
Yes friends, it was the CLICK heard ‘round the world. Even by a deaf person.
I knew without a shadow of doubt what had just happened.
The hubs had noticed the spring loaded locking mechanism on the window… the dear wifey had most assuredly NOT.
Deep breath, joyous ,remember?
So there we were… stuck on top of the roof. With not a single soul around.
We tried yelling for awhile, but there wasn’t anyone to hear. It got colder and colder.
Finally a car approached on the main road. And I knew we were saved! I recognized the awesome classic convertible that my coworker drove and knew he’d recognize us too! So we jumped and waved and yelled our heads off!
Dave! Dave! We’re stuck! Come here! We’re locked out! Dave!
The dude actually waved back at us and drove on by.
We were gonna be losing daylight soon and we were having to move to keep warm. What could be worse?
(Trust me, NEVER ask yourself that).
Oh Lordy… it started to S N O W.
That.was.it. I’d had it.
See that little bay window sticking out on the right side of the house? I crawled over the second story roof and hung like a terrified monkey until I finally prayed forgiveness for all my sins and dropped down onto the top of that tiny window.
And the joyous part? I hung on too long and pulled that muscle that connects your neck to the rest of your body. The one that, when injured, basically ensures you will walk around with your ear glued to your shoulder to lessen the pain. Yeah, that one.
And after all that (says the joyous girl who is now scrunched in pain), the moment of idiot bravery passes and now I am TERRIFIED to jump from the first story down to the ground.
Completely logical, right?
All I can think of is landing on that concrete in a way that would guarantee splintered bones and dashed ballet company dreams (yes, I was still dancing at the time and it was Nutcracker season). I just could NOT figure out how to jete myself safely off the roof.
So I cringed there in panic as the husband patiently (and with much exasperation) attempted to cajole me into
leaping to certain death braving one more jump.
No dice. I was royally freaked-out. I was gonna be found by construction workers the next week, all curled up in a ball, covered in snowflakes, iced to the top of that bay window. Joyous, people, joyous!
Suddenly, a random car pulled into the construction zone. Both of us started screaming like it was the end of the world – jumping up and down and waving our arms (well, my one good arm).
Some guy couldn’t help but be drawn to the odd scene. He pulled over and got out. I wouldn’t have blamed him for pretending not to see us and gotten away from those joyous yahoos as quickly as he could…
He looked normal enough (I couldn’t say the same for us), and the husband tossed down his keys so the guy could go upstairs and unlock the window.
It took a LONG time. And in my hypothermia/neck pain/panic… I finally yelled up to the husband,
“If he comes out with the TV, I’m JUMPING!”
Finally the dude opened the window, and the guys together pull me in through the office window above the bay window. He cracked up at our story, explained that he doesn’t even live in the state and is only visiting for the holidays. Ear glued to my shoulder, I awkwardly offered Mr. Stranger Dude my thanks. (I mean, the guy pulled me in through the window by my bra. My BRA, ladies!)
The lights were finished in a record 5 minutes. And let’s just say that the house looked pretty darn joyous until March.
And Dave… you totally owe me one.
Real funny of you to go to work and tell everyone how dumb we were to be putting up lights while it was snowing. Yeah dude… God’ll get ya :)
Come on – you’ve gotta have some terrific Christmas stories that are as joyous as this one, right? Just link up your old or new post below and we’ll spread some holiday comment cheer!