A Job Tackled

You might say there was a communication fail.
One person got the fishing tackle bag out of the back of the car.

Maybe someone was informed.
Maybe.

Or it was forgotten.
Maybe.

And so the next morning,
the car was backed out over it.

Four plastic boxes were smashed and one 12-year-old boy was crushed.
To say that he felt overwhelmed and disheartened was an understatement.

So with a combined effort to look at the bright side,
we sat down and began.

We sorted.

We organized.

We bought a new tackle bag with four new boxes.
(It was proclaimed that the new one was "way cooler" because it was camo.)

And then we compartmentalized,

until finally everything was once again right with the world...

~Nancy ~ 166/365