The boys have their big wiffle ball tournament in our backyard tomorrow, so the timing ain’t great. Knocked over the Blue Monster. Oh, and the Portajon they rented to save our plumbing. I didn’t know they’d rented it so when we were checking the premises and found it, I asked one of the boys how far they thought it had flown, and would he check it for occupancy… 😮😂 Best thing about this - in addition to everyone being ok - was the opportunity to be of service to my sons by helping them rebuild the wall and the field. Quality time spent with my “reason for being.” A man can’t help but be grateful.