Along with the cold we have had lots of high winds. Tree limbs falling and old tin roof trying to fly away. We decided to fasten them down on the old house
and the smokehouse.
Hubby did it Sunday. I am usually the one in the bucket. This day Hubby decided bravely I would control the up and down of the bucket and he would risk his life inside. Obviously I don't understand the word "smoothly" because nothing about his ups and downs was smooth. He bravely stood as I jerkily raised and lowered him. I think he was tired of me screaming from the bucket. I didn't cause him to scream once. He just said, "Smoothly".
When I returned him to the ground safely I said thank you. I was so grateful not to be gripping the bucket for dear life. I did learn a new game...Bouncy Bucket. Hubby didn't like playing it.
The winds are still strong but I hear no tin roofs flapping. Such a relief.
