We were simply shuffling vehicles on the driveway, and I invited John to back the Camry up close to . . . where the fence used to be. He eased it nicely into place and when I said "Stop", we suddenly realized (too late) that he is afflicted with dislexic feet. All those peddles look alike.
After handily uninstalling the fence post with the rear bumper and simultaneously displacing 16 feet of fencing, John executed the sweetest backward donut you've ever seen on the steeply banked lawn. (He also executed the grandkid's yellow slide with extreme prejudice.)
No one hurt. And one of the two busted fence posts had already been broken by our famous east canyon winds last season, so now it will simly be a matter of replacing two posts instead of just one. And reconstructing the connecting sections of fence. And staining the fence (which it needed anyway).
The best part is that I won't have to do it! All of a sudden John feels an unusual obligation to apply himself to the yard work with extra diligence this summer. He's going to learn how to rebuild a fence. :-)
