20,000 leagues above the ground

On Sunday, Ben and Dave(Hansen) were kind enough to set up staging for Elizabeth and me before they left the next morning. They thought they were kind that is. Well I suppose they couldn't help being "kind" because my dad had told them to set it up, but that's beside the point. Boy's, I've noticed, often seem to think that "higher is better." And higher is better in certain areas, but not when it comes to having to clime 4 stories up on staging that feels like a toothpick.

Elizabeth and I didn't really know how high up they had put the plank until this morning. When the boy's had set it up, I had nonchalantly leaned out my window and yelled something like "don't you dare put it too high, or I won't ever go up on it," so I thought I was all set. Until this morning. This morning began the scariest episode in my paint-the-barn career. One look up at the staging and we both let out a "holy smokes" type exclamation. Then we proceeded to hold our breath as we inched our way up the ladders. Once we got up there, it was just as bad as on the ground, but we gathered our tiny dust particles of courage and got on with it. God must have been feeling bad for us because two hours later the rumblings of thunder was heard and we scurried down the ladders to find shelter in the barn. Tomorrow will bring more terror though, since we didn't finish it all.

So that is what my life consists of right now...taking the dust particles that come off the walls and turning it into courage.