Today's thanksgiving will be short and to the point. As are many others on this Memorial Day, I am grateful for those who gave their lives for the freedoms we enjoy today. I pray that we as a nation do not squander that for which such a price has been paid.
On a personal note, I am grateful that no one had to call 911 for me today. The roof of our Cassadaga house had a few shingles blow off, and I decided it was better to fix it sooner than later. The only problem was that the roof is upwards of a 12-1 pitch. In other words, it's steep. Scary steep. Especially without roof jacks. My extension ladder was stretched to the limit to barely reach the eave before I managed to get the shingles up and tossed over the peak, the only way they would stay put. Laying them on the roof itself, they just slid. Catching them while keeping my own footing was a bit tense before I gingerly crabwalked my way to the peak, working hard to to correct my balance when my feet slipped. Straddling the peak, I was able to reach the area needing the reroof, but even that set my heart thrumming inside my chest. It could have gotten ugly in the blink of an eye.
The job isn't perfect, but it's adequate, and I don't plan on going up there again any time soon. It could easily have ended badly, but my prayers were answered as I made it back down to the ladder, and then to the back deck. I'm sure there are many times when God's protective hand delivers from close calls we never even know are there. Today I knew, and am thankful I can write this from the comfort of my own, instead of a hospital bed.