Installing drywall is tough enough without fighting gravity. The hall ceiling was just two pieces, so the job seemed manageable, but it still took all three of us on ladders, hoisting sheetrock above our heads.
We only have two full-sized ladders, so I got stuck on a kitchen stepstool, which was just short enough that I had to stand on my tiptoes to press the drywall in place. I tried to tense my whole body and imagine I was a pillar on the Parthanon, or Atlas, holding up the world. Only I felt considerably less than godlike.
Joe and I had to hold that position while my father-in-law (above) screwed the drywall into place. If we do any more ceilings in this house, I’m going to need to get to yoga more often.