The answer is 8: 3 to get the ladder down from the choir loft, 3 to set up and hold the ladder, 1 to climb 60 feet up the ladder to the top of the sanctuary, and 1 to point out to the one at the top of the ladder that it’s “lefty loosie, righty tightie”.
I was the one who climbed the ladder, because I’m young and easily duped into volunteering for things :o). While I have no fear of heights, my lizard brain knew better and caused my legs to tremble uncontrollably while I was at the top fiddling with the light bulb.
In my defense, it was not a standard screw-in socket, but one that involved tabs and a spring with which I was unfamiliar. But yes, I was still screwing it in backwards. As I said from the top of the ladder, “shut up!” :oP.
An adventure in making the sanctuary look tiny. And no, mother, there wasn’t any safety equipment. What kind of operation do you think we run?
My hat is off to you for volunteering to climb up the ladder — my fear of heights (actually, a fear of landing after falling from a height) would have kept my feet planted firmy on the ground.
Every time I help decorate for a ball, I like climbing the half wall that runs around Upper Tarble to attach various flowers and crepe paper and such things to the lamp posts.
curious like a cat… or a duck.
did you climb trees when you were a kid? or are you just making up for lost time at balls now :)
What about…curious like a tree-climbing duck? ;)
Apparently I’m making up for lost time now.