Last week I washed the windows on the main floor of the house. They hadn't been done in quite a while, and were really dirty. The results were so satisfying that I decided to tackle the windows on the second floor this morning. That's how I ended up having a conversation while standing on the roof of my porch today.
Our house is a typical two-story, but since it has a walkout basement, the back windows are in effect the third floor. In the front of the house there's a porch that runs the length of the house; it's easy to take the screens off the bedroom windows and climb out to stand on the porch roof. The roof has a slope, but as long as you pay attention to what you're doing it's ok.
I was on the roof washing one of the windows when I heard a noise on the sidewalk below me. A young man was dropping off a flyer promoting a candidate that's running for office. I said hello from my perch; he seemed surprised to see me, but we exchanged pleasantries before he launched into his "elevator speech" about the candidate. When he was finished, he indicated he would leave literature at the front door. I told him I'd take a look at it later, thanked him, and went back to cleaning.
I finished the job, climbed in the window, and said a silent hurray that my roof-walking days were over for a while.