It would have been a simple project if it had just been a normal ceiling. But with 10 katywampus beams to cut along and around, simple easily multiplied. A roller stroke down the middle, then all was up to the brush. I felt like I was back in grade school art class, practicing to draw between the lines. Except this time I didn't get to sit at a desk.
I could just barely reach the ceiling standing on the stepstool. But climbing up and down three steps without support, and paint jar in hand, made me feel like a hire wire act. Maybe diminishing balance is a sure sign of aging. So, I resorted to the big ladder, which created a fiasco moving furniture around and negotiating the ladder into tight spaces.
A few nights before we left Moab for France, we watched "Man on Wire" on DVD. It's the story of Phillipe Petit, the French high wire artist who crossed between the Twin Towers in NYC in 1974---a feat that has been referred to as "le coup". My standing on the step stool and feeling sheepishly uneasy at that height seems ridiculous in comparison, although he did have a 26' long 55# balancing pole. I merely had a paint brush and small can of very fluid paint.
An equally interesting subplot to Phillipe Petit's high wire walk at the WTC was the story behind his illegal entry into the building. On the scale of a major jewel heist, up to the last minute one never knew if Equipe Petit would pull it off. No subplots to my ceiling uplifting, interesting or otherwise. Except if one includes that moving all the furniture resulted in a thorough vacuuming of Fergus products.