Goofy experiment -- right now, what is straight up?

Right now when you're reading this, if you look straight up, what do you see?

Drywall ceiling that we haven't torn out yet even though I've been here for five years. an old can-light that's disconnected from the electric supply. A paper and masking-tape patch in the drywall where the electrician made an access cut out to power the toilet in the room overhead. A rolled up tube of vinyl material sticking out from a shelf behind me.

straight up...this is it.
popcorn ceiling and ceiling fan blades and shadows.

and after 10 years here, covering that sparklie spackle crap stuff has still not risen to the top for priorities of course🙄

I see a 95-year-old cathedral ceiling, rafters, and purlins.
Part of the ceiling fan, a portion of shed elk antler, a black powder rifle, tips of vintage snow shoes, dust bunnies galore.

Textured sheetrock ceiling, spiderwebs with dead moths in them, one of which is moving quite  a lot on the breeze. I know it's dead, it's been moving like that for over a month.  :D

Well, here is the vision…

Pine wood panelling, installed about five years ago and starting to get a really nice colour.

The ends of some pretty ancient and not very straight beams beyond that, which are supporting a rather past-its-best wood ceiling. With some salvaged blue insulation board filling in the gap.

The wall is rough rendered cement, with a coat of white paint because the original pink was a bit too much for me to be able to relax with. And a collection of dust and cobwebs that will probably be there for at least another year before I get sufficiently fed up of it to sweep it clean.

One day I'll splash out on some pine edging board to cover the gap between the wall and pine boards. Then it will be another five years before the colours begin to match again...

And then just for fun, if I tilt the camera to one side a bit you can see this...



The top of my display cabinet, complete with silk leaves and grapes; an old kilner jar full of shells and things with a salvaged lace doily on top held in place by a bit of old string; the leg of a plastic iguana called Liz who turned up mysteriously in a giant box one day for my son; an emergency headlamp stuck conveniently to the head of one of the screws holding the pine panelling up by a magnet just in case of a power outage in the middle of the night; a flying dragon who somehow never got themselves a name and hasn't been worked into any of my stories, yet; and a couple of hooks which usually have my dressing gown on but it's having its annual wash and are currently only holding a belt, a shoe horn, some pretty necklaces that the dragons haven't claimed yet and a fold-away shopping bag to grab in case I manage to persuade Himself to take me to a car boot sale.

Straight up is the popcorn over sheetrock *known* to have asbestos in it.  We've been told that so long as it's not disturbed, it's not a health risk. But to disturb it will take fancy protective clothing and likely a bunch of permits.

Before the ceiling, I see my indoor clothesline. I is only clipped up, so theoretically, it could be taken down when not needed, but alas, since I'm the only one who seems to care and there's junk in the way of one end, it tends to just hang there.

If I tip my head back far enough, I see the dead smoke detector Hubby's been promising to replace for 3 years. I offered to do it for him, but he insists he'll get to it?

Straight up... a couple of the 10 can lights in the cathedral ceiling (unless they're on, I tend to forget whether these two both work - only about half of them do), and the mounting point & part of the suspension pole of the thickly dust & lint coated ceiling fan. If I tip my head back, just a bit... You can see another of the can lights, the top of the stair rail, and part of the rail around the loft landing entry to the upstairs, where one of the hair-on cow hides has resided, since we got dogs, and had to take all 4 of them off the floor.

In a different room, hours after my first reply here, thought about it again, looked up, sheetrock, a heater duct with stuff I put to it to move the air flow where I want it, and a small black jumping spider going someplace important  :D
I like jumping spiders :D

John Dean, I feel your pain! My walls and ceilings have this swirl pattern. I invent new swear words every time I have to paint...I've ALMOST got the wife convinced to let me skim coat over the evilness

Hi John,

I have put a tongue and grove ceiling in our kitchen.  

The pendant light above our dining table and white ceiling with sootymarks from our woodburner that needs repainting