Winning the war, but losing the battle.

The house painting project is finally finished (at least close enough to say it is finished). It was actually finsihed about a month ago, but it took this long to recover from the wounds of my defeat in the last battle.

I had a small portion of house to paint that is only accessible from a lower level a roof, and which required a ladder.

Using a ladder worked well, until the very last spot, which required me placing the ladder in a less than desirable position as seen here:

I know what you are thinking: That poor combination of small normal force and low coefficient of static friction is a recipe for disaster. Dawn happened to be talking to me as we made plans on how we would celebrate the victory, when something like this happened:

Next thing Dawn knew, I looked like this.

Dawn was a little unnerved. I couldn't stop laughing. My wrist hurt for the next several weeks. I finally recovered, and now the house is done.

Note: No animals or people were injured in the recreation of this accident.