Make like a tree and leave.
Earlier post: Go climb a tree
Climb a tree, take two: Failure again
A week ago, my husband dragged a ladder out to the backyard for me and stood by to take a picture of my second attempt to climb a tree (even though I already declared this task completed back in July. I decided that one didn’t count, though. It’s not easy being me, people, and I never claimed that it was).
And I failed again.
I had flashed him a scared look as I approached the ladder, but I still believed I could do it. I got to the limb I was on last time, stood up, and froze, heart pounding again. My husband had warned me the tree was wet from the rain, but when I was feeling confident, I completely disregarded it, and now in the grip of my fear, I whined, “It’s slippery.”
I climbed back down, dirty and disappointed.
Climb a tree, take three: I’ll take it
Last night, I complained to friends about my nagging worry that I had sullied my pristine list by not really climbing a tree. We were drinking a glass of wine before going out to dinner, and they sprung into action. They found me a suitable tree and a jacket to put over my sweater, and they sent me up on my way. I think the wine helped.
Here’s my picture of the view. This time the people really looked like ants from up there.
#12 (101 things in 1001 days): Climb
to the top of a tree and take a picture of the view.