So here I am repairing and cleaning the gutters the other day.

Just a week or two ago, a town housing inspector was at the house for a regular review and he nicely pointed out a leaking faucet and the need for gutter repair. He suggested that I have my husband nail up the gutter more securely. I told him that most likely, I would be the one repairing the gutter. His reply, with furrowed brow and deep concern: “Well…be careful!”

Let’s take stock here: We have a ranch-style house which only requires a step ladder to reach the gutters (in the front, at least). I’ve survived many things, including climbing a really high volcano, and enduring two natural childbirths. And this man thinks that I should let my husband take care of it? Interesting.