The Cross House
I love scaffolding. I admit it.
Some people love ladders. Some people love boom lifts.
I love scaffolding.
You see, ladders are all about up/down and up/down and up/down. A day of this at my age is tough. You can also only work a small area at a time before having to move the ladder. Up/down and up/down and up/down. And, there is no way you can have plenty of tools and brushes and paint cans all handy on a ladder. So, more up/down and up/down and so on. I am exhausted just writing this!
Boom lifts (image below) are much better than ladders in many ways but the rental rate is scary expensive. The daily rate is bad enough but what if you need one for six months (about the collective time it will take to paint the Cross House)? Lifts also move. I do not mean just that the whole machine can move from A to B, but that when the machine is stationary, and you are WAY up in the bucket, the bucket moves, lurches, and sways with the wind. I am queasy just writing this!
Hence, my love affair with scaffolding. With scaffolding, there is no movement, lurching, or swaying. I cannot express enough how much I enjoy the sense of SOLID ground under my feet, even if the ground is several 2x12s three-stories above the actual ground.
I also love feeling safe, so having handrails all around me makes a huge difference. In the event that I make a wrong move, or trip over a paint can on the 2x12s, or just fall dead faint (as can happen), I will not fall three stories to the ground, as would happen on a ladder.
When I am way up on scaffolding, it is a thrill getting up close and personal with bits of the Cross House which, from sidewalk level, seem incredibly distant and inaccessible. HOW in the world I am going to paint THAT? With scaffolding, I am suddenly, well, right there. And intimacy is a rush.
When I am Way Up, I feel no sense of danger or queasiness. None. I feel safe. I cannot stress enough the value of this. For, when I feel safe, I am comfortable, relaxed, and do a better job.
With scaffolding, I can access a lot of the house from each platform erected high in the air. I can also have all my tools and paint cans and brushes and the afternoon martini (just kidding!).
It is only when I am back on the sidewalk that I look up and get a little queasy. I was up there? My knees quiver a bit.
So, here is my ode to scaffolding: