I was up a ladder leaned against a tree working on my treehouse. And I thought, “This is ironic.”
I have a discomfort with exposed heights. I’ve commented on it before, in the context of Arthur’s seeming affection for high places, ladders, rooftops, and such. I don’t know that it is so extreme that it merits being termed “fear of heights” or acrophobia. In the right context, I enjoy being up high – but don’t trust my own body’s coordination and sense of balance so I need to feel secure in my perch if I’m up high.
So I was up the ladder. I thought, “Why am I building a treehouse? Wouldn’t I be more appropriately building a bunker or a cave?”
