And I’ve climbed up them all. A lot.
I’m getting pretty good at hanging with one foot off, stretching out over the abyss to hammer an impossible-to-reach nail. I’m actually just getting good at hand-nailing in general, which is only safe to say because I started out with zero skill or coordination with the hammer. I have evidence of that nonsense on tape, which don’t worry I’ll be sharing soon.
But despite my general aura of awkwardness with hand tools, we are making progress.
Truthfully, if we weren’t working on borrowed time before the weather turns, I’d be living the life. Hanging the siding is my favorite project we’ve done on the house so far, which is ironic because MysteryMan hasn’t admitted it yet, but I’m pretty sure he’d rather have his incisors removed with a pair of pliers than hang another piece of siding ever in his life.
Which is unfortunate because we’re not even a quarter of the way done with the house yet.
Also, the siding is another one of those projects that requires a team effort from MysteryMan and I, and– I think I’ve mentioned this before– we work better together on house projects when we’re on opposite sides of the house, preferably out of earshot and without line-of-sight. When we have to work together together there is a much higher likelihood of stitches.
My mom is totally sympathetic to MysteryMan, citing the fact that even when I was three I had to have the screwdriver and do it all by myself, and no I don’t need your help thankyouverymuch.
I have no idea what she’s talking about.