You know how ships make a maiden voyage, their first trip out to sea? And how a horse who has never won a race is called a maiden? Well...The Pony isn't a ship. And he's not in a race. But today, he made his first drive in his Ford Ranger by himself!
Oh, he didn't get out on the blacktop or go to town. Okay, a few feet on the blacktop. Just to turn around and come back up the gravel road. But still, it's progress!
The mail comes on Saturday afternoon. I was not making a trip to town today, and we can't leave the mail in EmBee overnight, because Saturday night is like a whole passel o' witching hours to those ne'er-do-well mailbox bashers who have been known to push over the entire mailbox row wooden condo that EmBee lives in. We couldn't take a chance on some valuable correspondence (like that mailer from the casino that Mrs. Hillbilly Mom got yesterday, telling her that folks over 50 can get a casino buffet for half price, or buy one/get one free, on Monday through Thursday). They'd better stock up on vittles after my retirement!
The Pony volunteered to drive down and get the mail. Hey! It's a mile there and a mile back! It's not like he went to the end of the driveway. And he even GOT DRESSED to do it!
I think there might be hope for The Pony to go away to college, and not live in the Mansion basement and have Mrs. HM drive him to junior college!