Back in 2014, DH and I had a wheelbarrow that was about 20 years old, had been in rough shape when we'd gotten it, and it was definitely on it's last legs. I wanted to replace the wheelbarrow with a two-wheeled kind; I had just recently been introduced to 2-wheeled wheelbarrows at the horse farm I began working at late in the year that Fall and loved how easy they were to balance and steer.
As fate would have it, Mother-in-Law gave us a 'regular' (one-wheeled) wheelbarrow for that Christmas. In all fairness, it was and still is a decent large heavy duty wheelbarrow. But it wasn't a two-wheeled one like I'd wanted to replace our old one with, and I knew it would be years and years before I could justify buying a different one.
(Why didn't we just return the one she'd bought us and exchange it--plus some cash--for the one I'd wanted? Because, like a lot of gifts she gives, she had written Merry Christmas DH and Kris!! on it in magic marker. Definitely not returnable merchandise.)
So, now-- in October 2025--when my wheelbarrow failed to do it's duty of hauling manure from the horse barn to the manure pile, I briefly hoped that this was going to be the year I could justify buying a two-wheeled wheelbarrow! (Ironically the magic marker words had worn off/faded away years ago.)
But finances--and DH (well, and my own logic)--overruled this month.
Because, when my wheelbarrow suddenly became inoperable, it was only a worn out and split tire that was wrong with it. A new tire was infinitely cheaper than a whole new wheelbarrow. It's really hard to justify spending close to $300 for the wheelbarrow of my dreams--even if I can operate it one-handed and even the little grandkids could push it around without it getting unbalanced and dumping sideways--instead of just $20 for a tire. So I (grudgingly) agreed that we would replace the tire rather than go shopping for my dream wheelbarrow.
*sigh* Someday. . .
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