I recall when I was a child and my father would have some operation that he needed to be done at the peak of the mast of his sloop, a very old-fashioned vessel even when it was built just before WWII. I was stable enough and had learned enough about rigging and knots, that he would hoist me up in the bosun's chair, to the level of the cross-tree, and I would do what needed doing, but in subdued terror. The window-cleaner's job looks like that, times ten. LinguistFriend
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No, it looks terrifying. :-p
ReplyDeleteI agree with chance. I am not fond of heights. But, if you like them, enjoy. Just stay safe...please.
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I recall when I was a child and my father would have some operation that he needed to be done at the peak of the mast of his sloop, a very old-fashioned vessel even when it was built just before WWII. I was stable enough and had learned enough about rigging and knots, that he would hoist me up in the bosun's chair, to the level of the cross-tree, and I would do what needed doing, but in subdued terror. The window-cleaner's job looks like that, times ten.
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While I'm not scared of heights, I suspect the job to be a bit short on intellectual stimulation, though the view is good.
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