I worked in my garden for a long time yesterday. And it reminded me of this story:
Not long after we moved here, his dad gave us a couple of older wheelbarrows. The tires were going flat and they were starting to rust, but they were usable.
Since I like to garden, I used the wheelbarrows quite a bit. I was concerned, though, about them rusting out and then not having a wheelbarrow to use.
So, I cleaned one up really well and spray-painted it so it would stop rusting. I painted it blue since I like blue and I was pleased with my wheelbarrow.
Months and months and months later, my husband finally decided that the tires were getting too bad on the wheelbarrows and it was time to buy a new wheelbarrow tire.
Guess which wheelbarrow got the new tire.
He put the new tire on the other wheelbarrow, not on my pretty painted one. And now my blue wheelbarrow is not usable anymore because the tire is worn out.
Oh, well. I just use the one with the good tire now.