And one more thing

Did I say that some days everything seems to happen?

Well this is that day. Along with the couple having problems in their room, and the couple leaving a pickup, and the odd request came a problem with the fence.

Rather the problem wasn't with the fence so much as someone driving into the fence. My guess is that they backed into the fence. And so the whole backyard is open. Now we don't have a lot back there. There's a lawnmower - we were debating whether we could get another year out of it last fall. There's a number of pipes, a couple of tires, a few empty buckets, and a satellite dish. But we've made a report to the cops, we've called our insurance company, and we've called for an estimate on fixing it. We don't expect to catch the person and we expect the fix up will be less than our deductible.

And so it is just one more thing. One more thing to fix. There have been days in the past when I wrote a soliloquy on enjoying simple things like folding laundry. I don't think that's going to be such a pleasure today. Today it's just one more thing.