Putting Up With Imperfection

By Jim Hagarty
2011

When our kids were very young I was often distressed at the way our home looked as though someone had thrown a grenade in the front door and ran away.

I complained about this to my older sister Betty and said I was on a tear to get rid of clutter. Having raised three kids of her own, she advised me not to get rid of absolutely everything as kids will make playthings out of the most ordinary “junk”. I took her advice and was glad I did.

And now, though I would still like a perfect house, there are many compromises that come about because of considerations like that. I need to fix the screen door on the back of our house but because it is kind of weak and past its prime, the cats are able to open and close it to let themselves in and out. If I repaired it or put on a new one, that would be the end of that. And we get a kick out of hearing the back door slam when Mario has made another hasty exit.

Same thing in the garage. We have old-type windows which we can prop open with a stick and the cats can vault through to let themselves in. If we put in proper double-hung, double-pane windows with good screens there will be no more cats flying through windows.

So, I have a feeling as long as they’re around, our palace will always have a few useful flaws.

Author: Jim Hagarty

I am a 72-year-old retired journalist, busy recovering from a lifelong career as an unretired journalist. This year marks a half century of my scratching out little fables about life. My interests include genealogy, humour and music. I live in a little blue shack in Canada and spend most of my time trying to stay out of trouble. I am not that good at it. I also spent years teaching journalism. Poor state of journalism today: My fault. I have a family I don't deserve, a dog that adores me, and two cars the junk yard refuses to accept. My prized possessions include my old guitar and a razor my Dad gave me when I was 14 and which I still use when I bother to shave. Oh, and my great-great-grandfather's blackthorn stick he brought from Ireland in the 1850s. I have only one opinion but it is a good one: People take too many showers.