The Christmas lights are down.
There were no falls off of ladders. There were no falls off of the roof. There were no ladders (large or small, but more notably the former) tipping over onto my head. (Narrator voice – “These are all things that have happened in the past, but we do not speak of them.”)
I did get a nice view from the edge of the roof, looking to the north-west-ish, toward Simi Valley (just beyond those hills just to the left of the tall trees next to our driveway) and Ventura County (just beyond all of the other hills on the left and center).
As always when working near the roofline at this corner of the house, I’m extremely cautious and careful about the power line coming in.
No touchy the sparky ‘spoldy wire!
Next year – in the forever home!
We Love The Stars Too Fondly 