Ya know, being 6’4” and 230 lbs. of hicky-bait, I don’t have to look up to communicate with a lot of people. But this weekend gave me a new perspective on the vertically challenged types.
Saturday and Sunday were spent with Judy and me installing furring strips and ceiling tiles in our new basement apartment. Two whole days of looking up, handing tiles, glue, pneumatic stapler and nailer has given me a whole new respect for short people.
My neck is sore and my shoulders are stiff, so I can sympathize now. Though I guess the neck and shoulders of you less than towering types are in better shape because you've had a lifetime of looking up, it still has to get old.
I will make a concentrated effort to make it easier for y’all spend less time looking up to me. From now own I will bend over when we talk, or I will sit down to get our heads on a more even plane. I will try to make it easier on you…except when blogging. We are all the same height here. We see each other eye to eye.
Now I don’t ache as much.