moral of the story: never date someone out of pity
That's not a moral, that's a principle!
OK, serious blog time, with photos! Remember that crappy day I had a little while ago, nothing worked out? I went back up into the church steeple, and this time the pics came out. I'll spare you the ones about the leaks...
The only way in is to use an old iron ladder built onto the roof. You can barely see it in this pic...

You start by propping a 16 foot ladder against the gutter, then climb (yes, that's me)...

At the top, you use a handhold/step built into the side of the steeple to stand on the roof ridge, grab the handles, open the screen door, and swing yourself into the opening (it's about 2 1/2 feet wide by 3 high).

Our bells; Faith (1000 lbs),

Hope (500 lbs) and Charity (300 lbs).

The funeral toller is a hammer that sits on the floor and strikes Faith when she's stationary (something about the joy of a bell swinging being inappropriate for a funeral, I think)

The first time I went up was to replace a rope that had broken, because Faith and Hope had been cross-roped. Faith was twisted in her yoke and had a broken grease fitting, Hope hadn't rung for over 20 years, and Charity was getting flipped regularly. The funereal toller was broken, too. It all works, now.
You never know what you'll find in some places... this old oiler's been sitting there in the rafters for... I dunno, but I know the grease fittings were put on in the 50's making it obsolete about 60 years ago.

Oh, and the sign I couldn't get laid out right? It came out pretty well...
