I put the decking on the treehouse yesterday….so there’s something to stand on up there now.
Jenny got up and agreed that it felt really high off the ground.
When I’d put most of the decking on, I got down on the ground and decided to measure the height.
It’s eight feet to the ground at the front side….and eleven feet at the “high” corner.
Those aren’t big numbers, really….eight and eleven.
Man, though….it sure does feel pretty high when you’re up there.
A good railing is the next part of the project.
Maybe I should put barbed wire up to keep the little guys from climbing?
I’m still working that part out.
When I was up there, and contorting myself to reach the screws I needed to put in around the ends of the decking, I realized that sometimes the things that I do to keep myself safe…are really kind of dangerous.
Instead of balancing carefully close to the edge, I splay myself out in a weird contorted distension, trying not to fall…unbalanced and vulnerable.
That’s a lot more dangerous than just trying to work “relaxed”.
But….it’s all about the vertigo.
I get nervous about being up high….even if “high” isn’t really all that far off the ground.
The thing about that treehouse is that it’s on a slope….and it really does feel like you’re a mile or so off the ground.
Planes seem to be something you could reach out and touch.
Supplemental oxygen is a necessity.
Maybe I built it too high?
Nahhhhhhhhh…..how else is a two-year old going to learn to be brave?
Good parenting in action.