Use Stairs, not the ceiling

That’s the valuable lesson I learned last week.

Wife and I are having a garage sale this weekend.  So last weekend, I went up into the attic above our garage to bring things down to sell.  For a long time, I had been handing these items down the attic stairs to my waiting wife.  On virtually the last item to bring down, my leg decided it wasn’t going to stand on the wooden flooring in the attic…it was going to take a shortcut:  through a piece of sheetrock.

Perhaps the closest feeling to putting your entire leg through a piece of sheetrock & being suspended above your garage is going skydiving and having your parachute getting caught on the wheels of the plane once you’ve jumped out of the plane.

There is one major difference, however…a skydiver can’t hear the howls of laughter coming from the wife on the ground down below.

Not being able to afford a professional to come in and fix the now-gaping hole in the ceiling of by garage, wife and I decided that this was going to be the latest family project.  My brother-in-law (who’s done sheetrocking before) and mom-in-law came up for the weekend. While bro-in-law and I struggled valiantly to hold up the sheetrock, the women were holding the brace so he and I could screw the sheetrock into place.  The fact that we only had to try this twice before we got the sheetrock in place was, in my estimation, a major accomplishment.

And then there’s the fact that I had never hung sheetrock before.  It’s a thrill I don’t necessarily feel like I want to experience again.

So now it’s up, it’s mudded, sanded, and waiting to paint…just as soon as muscles I didn’t know I had stop screaming at me.