Today’s big accomplishment was ever-so-slowly backing my car into a friend’s fence. Automotively speaking, reverse has never been my best direction.
However, my spouse James was tremendously understanding. After I told him of my transgression, he went off and bought some wood, and then carted his tools over and fixed the fence for me.
I felt pretty stupid, yet neither the owner of the fence or the spouse fixing the fence made me feel bad. James seemed to have a reasonably good time and even made some improvements to the fence. He also reminded me that I didn’t get upset when he bumped into my car with the tractor last winter (the tractor was unphased, but the car has a bit of a gash). Now thanks to the fence incident, my car has sort of symmetrical scrapes.
When I fessed up to the owner about her broken fence, she told me that she doesn’t worry about things that happen to inanimate objects. It’s the animate ones she cares about.
I think that’s a wise philosophy.