I have never been accused being patient. I dug a 150x250’ pond in my front yard. When something doesn’t go right. In the pond it goes and I go buy a new one. I mean chain saw, weed eaters, mowers, wrenches you name it it’s in there. But funny thing is, as soon as it leaves my hands, I am totally at piece. This is how I cope with frustration. The guys at work at the fire station would tell my wife that when I die they want the salvage rights to the pond. I totally can relate to your aggravation. I can see that screen door in my pond.
