De-Griswalding
I took down our Christmas lights this weekend. What took about eight hours over two day to put up, I took down and put away in less than 2. There’s something cathartic about standing on the roof and pulling whole strands of lights off the gutters in one yank.
I would have expected this little project to be much more treacherous; it is January in Wisconsin, after all. There should have been dangerously jagged icicles, immense snow drifts and snow covered slopes. The climb up the roof should have needed safety lines, ice axes and hearty Sherpas. The whole thing should have just been skipped until March. Instead it was 40 degrees. Stupid global warming.