This place I live in has a conventional type bedroom upstairs and then a loft room which is considered the second bedroom in the description, "two bedrooms" and which I employ as my music listening/reading room. This loft room has a slanted ceiling, of which someone once said: "Good luck with trying to keep that space warm." At the apex of that slanted ceiling are four adjacent windows at an estimated height of twenty feet. I should probably insert or mention here that I don't as of right now own a ladder of any length, just a stepping stool that might allow me to reach a point a foot or two outside of my personal wing span which if I was young and a blue chip basketball stud/prospect I'd most probably know that exact measurement. Anyway, I'm suddenly looking up to those windows wondering what sort of decorative objects I could place on those window sills all without falling to my death .... or at least extremely painful and quite possibly crippling injury.
So since I am six foot one and if anything shrinking with advancing age .... and assuming my wing span or reach above that is an additional two or three feet maximum on tip toes ..... and since vertical leap doesn't factor into the equation here ..... and even if it did, I'm still coming up an estimated ten feet short ..... well perhaps you see my problem. Yet I've now taken up a less than rational interest in the idea of using this available space ...... "interest" defined perhaps not by Webster but instead by myself personally as obsession.
Oh and did I fail to mention that I'm not fond of heights? Like anything above the third rung on a ladder, I start feeling a little shaky and uncomfortable.
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