As we sat down for lunch in the spacious dining hall at Caleb Village (our local seniors apartment), I glanced out the window. A block away houses are being built. And there on one was a figure.
The builder looked to be holding on by the fingertips. The posture was one of sprawling. As one would do on ice to distribute the weight and not crack the crust of the ice.
Except this was probably 10-25 meters up in the air, not flat on a lake’s surface!
We went back to eating and when I next glanced the roof top was empty. Was this a case of falling from the sky? Had the worker safely descended, or had gravity prevailed? Who would know?
Well, not to let the story out of the bag, or to speak of new chicks learning to fly – but I know the roof hanger! She has been working the last while, with a restraining belt hooked to a “lifeline”. I texted her later in the day and she indicated that she was still alive (at least she returned my text).
And so, another day passes and she can actually say she was “just hanging around!”