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Out of nowhere my husband decided this section of gutter need to be replaced. And as usual, it didn’t go well.
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When my other half works? OSHA cringes…
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And my flowers die.
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All was well until they got to the downspout.
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It was crooked.
And leaking.
And kept coming apart.
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When they reached for the screws and caulk?
I had to go inside before my eyes rolled up so far in my head they wouldn’t come back down.
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My husband finally fixed two of the three leaking gutters he put up a while back. Although gerry rigged would be a more apt description.
The repairs involved rolled metal sheeting and so much cursing I disappeared into the house for most of it. But when I went to check the progress on the barn a few hours later….
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I marveled at the non OSHA approved stabilizing device he had employed.
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Extension ladder in fear of falling over?
Tie it to a post.
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When that repair was complete, he moved onto the section of leaking gutter on the garage and gathered his tools.
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When I followed him over and saw a section of tree limb was involved? I did what any self respecting spouse would do… and went back in the house.
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River's world..... 