It was time for our annual chimney sweep so we called a local guy who got back to us quickly and we scheduled him for last Saturday at noon. My first impressions when he got here was that he was older than dirt and barely walking. To say he looked frail would be an understatement. Needless to say, I stayed out of his way and let him do his thing. When he came down the ladder the first time he missed it with his second step off the roof and nearly fell. Nancy was there for that. He was able to pull out our fireplace insert but unable to push it back which I ended up doing. Then he cut himself on the new chimney top and just let the blood run down his hand as he joked about having less blood for dialysis next week. When he was through he expressed his wish to keep working until he died. He wanted to bite the big one on someone's roof then crash to the ground one last time. I still don't know what to think of that statement but something tells me we were close to it becoming reality. He did a great job though so he gets a pass for now. I'll keep an eye on the local paper to see if he gets his wish.
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