In a clear blow to my path towards manhood, I took a huge step back. I didn't have the "huevos" to stand on the roof and clean the chimney, though was I ever close.
I borrowed a ladder from my neighbor KJ and rigged it with pipe insulation to protect the roof and hooks to hold it up. I then extended our ladder and climbed up and hooked the other ladder over the apex of the roof. I then went through this whole rigmarole to tie a rope to the ladder and then connect it to the tree in the back so it wouldn't slide down. I also connected my harness line to a board in a window, so I wouldn't tumble down the other side.
I climbed to the top, but once I was there, I couldn't take that first step over to the other side. Besides thinking that it was steeper than I thought it would be, I was also worried that I wouldn't be able to get back onto the ladder going back down. I know, excuses, excuses, but things are different when you're thirty feet up. I think it would have helped if I was lined up with the chimney, then if I slid down, at least I would have hit that.
Either way, I bailed. I decided to head back down and call a Tom Cady, the chimney sweep. This may sound like justification, but when I called them and hoped for a quick appointment, at least before our company arrived, they said they could come the next day because they had a cancellation.
A sign, perhaps, or simply explaining away my inadequacies? Whatever be the case, I'm hoping the chimney will get cleaned.
Until the next time, thanks for reading.