Yes, there's a photo missing. I hate Adobe Photoshop. I tell it where to save photos, and then those photos are not there. I save them again and it says that there are already those very files in that very place. But that's a big fat lie. I have been struggling with this for a couple of months. If the photo had been where PhotoShop and my computer said it is and I was able to upload it to this blog, you would have seen Paul and Lily smiling and squinting at the sun. In the background would be a shiny, new, white K&K trailer. Buddy (the horse) is the only one not smiling, and he'll have to get over it. He does have plenty of hay and a fly mask on to keep out bugs, since it's slant-load, stock-style trailer. And it's gorgeous.
A picture would be worth a thousand words. But enough about that.
What does the new trailer mean to me? Freedom! Yes indeed, now we can go places without me worrying excessively. The lights will work all the time. It has breakaway brakes. It pulls great. It's not as old as me. We'll be going to trail rides, Pony Club meetings and rallies, little shows. Invite us somewhere! We'll be there.
But oops! Within the first 24 hours we managed to break a window out. This seems impossible, but I think Paul did it when parking under a tree with low-hanging limbs. The good thing is that we've gone ahead and boogered the new trailer up. Now we can relax and enjoy it. (The window will get fixed tomorrow when I take the Yukon to get the brake operating thingie installed. Apparently vehicles that come with a trailer package don't have the brake controls installed -- they've just got heavier radiators, transmissions, light connections, that sort of thing. Who knew?)
I should be above caring so much for material things. I should be a non-material girl. I should be happy just to be here when the sun rises.
And I am. But I'm even happier to see it rise on that shiny, new, SAFE trailer. Allelulia amen.