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it was tricky climbing the ladder to my roof. the protective pillows i had strapped to my arms and legs some what restricted my range of motion.
this time i was prepared for the leonid meteor shower.
i sat down in the lawn chair i had duct tapped to the shingles earlier in the day. i only put a dozen beers in the cooler so not to impair my meteor sighting abilities on the off chance the big mamba jamba came hurling towards the house.
i donned my old white crash helmet (not a.n.s.i. approved). it was cold, so i placed the space heater next to the lighter fluid and magnesium strips. i took stinkerbell (the cat) from my backpack and placed her on top of the chimney. cats can see in the dark, i thought she might be useful if one landed in the yard and i couldn't find it. i wore a catchers glove on my left hand and i had a fishing net ready to catch anything too big for the mitt. quick movement on the roof required foot wear that would compensate for the pitch of the roof, so i wore a pair of my wife's high heels backwards.
after hours of no sightings, i came back inside. that internet program thing said the leonid shower was last night. oh well, it just means a little extra time to properly prepare for the next shower in 2103.