A couple of weekends ago, I went down to the farm and spent the afternoon welding up a 30-foot tower for a project that my father has planned. He has a new-to-me wire welder so the job was a lot more pleasant than in the past. My mother is always telling me that one of the perks of being a grandmother is that you can see your grandchild and spoil her rotten but at the end of the day, she goes home with me. Well one of the perks of being an engineer with farmers for parents, I can go down to the farm and be one for a day but at the end of the day, I can go home to my day job. It's a good thing too because I think I found a few muscles in my legs that I hadn't been using too often at my day job.
We Americans are so spoiled. Last week in an article on CNN, a man has been complaining about being out of a job for two years. That in itself is nothing new but he has been working two part-time jobs and still has burned through much of his retirement savings though it is just he and his wife at home. My spidey senses start tingling there because someone should be able to live off two part-time incomes or at least enough that you don't have to burn through your ENTIRE life savings in two short years especially when the wife has a full time job in the county government. The kicker came when he said "It's tough going from earning $2000 A WEEK…." What in the heck?! You would think someone pulling in over $100,000 a year might be able to save enough money to cover himself in the eventuality that he might be unemployed or unable to work in the future. Although it doesn't say, I would bet anyone who cares that he has a huge house, two or more new cars and perhaps several other toys that he is making payments on. Nobody saves for a rainy day anymore and when someone like that goes crying boohoo to the media, it is hard for me to shed a tear.
My place of employment is sorting through a room that is probably best described as a catch all for things related to the plant floor. For several days, I have been dumpster diving and feel like a kid at Christmas salvaging all this perfectly good stuff that is going to end up in a landfill somewhere. My best find so far is a set of shelves with a dozen rows of pull out metal bins for storing all kinds of odds and ends in the garage. You can never have too much storage out in the garage and these days all you can buy are tiny plastic versions of my seven-foot tall version. Now I have a project for when Mrs. Abbey and Little Abbey head off to the Philippines for a month in just two short days.
February started out warm for us with highs in the fifties. We got a couple more days of cold and then we nearly broke 70 degrees and a record right before Valentine's Day when I wrote this post. I don't say this often but I'm beginning to really like February.