I was standing around for most of the day, but instead of just standing in one place comfortably, I was 70 feet up in the air trying to get my friend’s ham radio antenna down to the ground so he could fix it. I was one of the “lucky” ones who got to go up the tower. It’s kind of weird, you don’t get to move round as much as you’d like (because falling to your death is a bad idea) and if you drop something it’s a big production to get it back, especially if you hit anyone down on the ground. When I got passive-agressive about it, I’d make sure no one was near my drop zone and I’d drop things that were getting in my way, like water bottles.
We started in the early afternoon and I think I finally got off the tower at 7:30PM. My buddy who owns the tower bought us dinner afterwards and I had something unhealthy since I thought I deserved it, but I didn’t expect to see 4 orders of ribs on one plate. Those people in Scappoose sure know how to eat.
In retrospect, I really have to find a weekend where I can just sit around and watch TV or something.
I thought this weekend was going to be an actual restful one for me. Chores were done during the week, I actually had a clean house, shelves installed, laundry done. The possibilities were dizzying.
Then I got sucked into helping Mom paint her beach house. I mean, what could I say? No? Back-breaking work! And sunburn.
I long for the sit around weekend.