The Cross House
I do not have a fear of heights, blessedly, but I freak out and get knobby knees and a quivering stomach if I am HIGH up on shaky scaffolding, and without railings. I just can’t do it. No way, man!
Yesterday, before we finished the tippy-top level, I stood up there to see if a paint brush could reach the very peak of the gable. This top level still had a bit of shake, and there were no railings yet.
I became almost paralyzed by fear and instant nausea.
Today, with everything solid, and surrounded by firm railings, I was calm personified on the upper-most level. Indeed, I even felt comfortable, as if I were standing in the parlor rather than four stories above the ground.