my front fence at the office is full of character -- lots of character
teeming with details
and pointed sharp arrows on the top tips
it has a gate with a lovely handle ... a functioning gate ...
yet this morning .... I watched the newspaper delivery dude -- climb over the top of it (at the gate), get hung up and fall --- I'm not sure which would hurt more --- the sudden stop on the cold concrete or getting punctured by the lovey sharp points in a sensitive body part ....
I did ask if he was okay, and then suggested he use the gate -- he didn't utter a word ... I could sense pain in the "agony of defeat."
It's my crazy life peeps ---