#2 On Carrying Heavy Things

Aren't we all already, anyway?

I have never felt more capable than I do right now.

Two nights before Thanksgiving, at about 3:30AM, a smoke detector in the house went beep. Silence… beep. Silence… beep.

The most irritating noise to wake a light sleeper. I crawled out of bed, climbed over all of the junk in the garage in between my car and the breaker box, squinted at the label for ‘smoke detectors’ and flipped the breaker. It could wait 3 more hours.

Snuggled back in my bed, I took a deep breath and tried to relax. beep. OMFG.

I realized the only way to achieve silence was to pull out the dead battery of a smoke detector in the guest room across the house, mounted on a ceiling 12-feet tall.

In a sleepy haze I pulled a kitchen counter stool in the guest room to stand on. Not even close. beep. Okay girl, you got this.

Back in the garage I could see the 10-foot ladder propped against the wall behind my car. It looked gigantic and heavy.