Money never made a fool of anybody; it just shows ‘em up.
Frank McKinney Hubbard
Farming, much like any other business, is all about the ins and outs of the money. Without the money, there would be no business. Friday morning we hit the road to make (take in) some money so we could spend (put out). Simple as that sounds; that is the way business works.
My Hero was back at our scrap pile early before I pulled myself out of bed. I could see him back there loading metal. My first thought was that all the pretty pieces of metal back there that we had collected would be gone. We had both thought that someday, we would make some of those unusually shaped pieces of old machinery into something beautiful. That has always been a dream, to create beautiful art from nothing.
The farm lifestyle tends to take your days, your weeks and before you know it years, leading to decades away. I guess any job that you have tends to take your time away. Before you know it, time is left behind and you missed those opportunities.
The imagined amazing pieces of your very own art project were now to head to the scrap dealer, to generate money. Honestly, it does not hurt to clear out your
art supplies I mean junk before it gets out of control, anyway.
Our scrap pile has always fascinated me. With the old machinery parts and bits of manufactured parts and metal, it has always stimulated my imagination. A big cog wheel that operated a key piece of machinery which has not been seen for decades or possibly a century was heaped in the pile. The coils, springs and shoes off the newer machinery were now all mixed together.
There were rusty bolts, pieces of wire fence, and a bucket full of used sheer bolts that had broken in the round baler. The kitchen sink was also at the bottom of the pile loaded into the truck before I hiked back. Quick as that, it had been destined to go to the scrap pile and I had no part in the decision making. Yes, My Hero is very wise. I tend to take things back out, to once again dream of my art projects. Always a dreamer, I suppose. Some of the stuff that I saw tucked under the huge pile had been picked out of a truck and put back into the dream pile many times over the years. It was time to face reality. That dream was a bust in the making, long ago.
I popped into the truck after we tied it all down. We headed to town. To see a load of scrap drive through our little town is not an odd sight for the residents. We actually passed a couple of other trucks which were now empty. I wondered if their art dream had been traded for cash too.
At the scrap yard, you first weigh the truck loaded. On the way out, (after someone sweated away ten pounds because she had brought her gloves to help) you weigh it again, to get the difference. The difference would be so much a pound in cash. The bucket of copper had already been taken out. It is worth more, so you do not want to mix it.
Before 9, we had made $264. I have to say it was easier money for me since I only helped unload it. My Hero had loaded and unloaded it. I just whine more, I suppose.
When we pulled back into our yard back home our cows were all watching the septic tank guy pump out our septic tank. The man was excited to have such an audience. Yes, the ins and outs of money happen that fast. That cost $259.90 we had cleared a profit of $4.10 and we still have not agreed on how to spend it.