Fencing
Noel Laflin
6-20-25
My daughter noticed the multiple bruises and abrasions on my
arms and elbows yesterday and said, "What did you do now, dad?"
""Had a fight with a fence yesterday," I replied.
"But I won!"
"Why the fight?" she pressed on.
"Because the fence needed fixing and I had to climb over
it. I kinda banged up my elbows in the process trying to avoid falling into the
channel behind the backyard. But, I was successful, only to realize that I
couldn't scale the fence back over again so I had to walk around the channel,
through the neighborhood, find the spare house key, let myself in, reclimb the
fence with shovel and a ladder in hand because I had spotted a cool looking
plant in the land behind the complex that I wanted to dig up and re-pot in the
garden. The blooms are fuchsia-like and the hummingbirds will go nuts over
them. But there was some more tussling with the fence, shovel, hammer, ladder,
dug up plant, etc. which led to a little more bleeding and bruising
unfortunately."
"Its 72-year-old guys like you that end up in my ER every
day," she said.
"Yeah, but you didn't see me there yesterday, now did
you," I said triumphantly.
I get the feeling this discussion isn't over yet.
So I'm not going to mention how the old pear tree needs pruning
and the only way to do it properly is to climb it to the top and work my way
down.
I will do it with stealth and grace, of course, and not meet up
with Krysten till all the bruises have healed over and the band aids are
history.
