Here We Go ~ The Lights Start Going Out

Ok, I know I got the competetive Chrismas itch early.  I will admit that I love to relax in the dark of the early evenings and look at the lights.  

Two days ago, half the lights on the back porch went dark. And you can twist bulbs til the cows come home and you can't fix it.  

So, I take the lights down.  

I get the icicle lights out.  Now this is the first time I have ever used these.  It is alot easier standing on the porch or the ground putting up lights.

Ladders can be tricky.  

So I get out the ladder.

I have to hammer in nails every 12 inches, to hook the lights onto.  And move the ladder every 12 inches.  Up and down and up and down.  Not easy.

Luckily, there were no unfortunate accidents or missteps.

Amy reminded me of the time when Dad was on the ladder outside of the Sun Room of the house in Statesboro.  Mom and I were going out and she asked me to see if Dad was still alright.

I could see the ladder and told her that he was ok.

Well, the ladder was ok.  Dad was lying on his back, tapping on the window hoping that someone would come and help him.

He overheard the conversation and knew he was on his own.  So he got up and kept working because that was Dad.

It still makes me laugh.  Poor Dad.

Back to the lights.

I got them up and they do look good.

Dad always loved the lights.  These are for you Dad!

Love,

Leslie