Hard times have hit the Happy-Half-Acre. Mrs. Hotel works in real estate and her job, even after all of this recession business, is finally starting to go away. I'm a man of modest means and as I've mentioned before, I work for a non-profit. My salary is enough to cover the basics, but that is it. We've both been on the look out for jobs and I may finally have one lined up. I'm talking with the owners of a local transfer station to be a jack-of-all-trades on the weekends. I know what you're thinking. Poor Mike, he has to work at the dump. Not at all. I love dumps. The stuff most people discard, I love. I'm a junker. If it all works out, I'll probably have to blog less, but I won't give it up all together. I was hoping that this blog would be a good second income, but alas, I make a whopping $5-10 a month off of it. AdSense has a payout of $100. I have yet to it that mark.
I've been doing contract work through the same transfer station since February through my current job. I like the guys that work there and I think that they like me. I hit it off with one of the employees immediately due to similarities in our lives. He pulled a rabbit cage off of the trash a few weeks ago and held it for me. It is a small, lighter cage that I can sit out in the grass and let the angora graze. It is a rabbit tractor, if you will. I was excited about the score and I have to say, Sunny the rabbit is excited about it as well.
As I was turning the cage the other day, I saw a signature and a date on the bottom of the cage.
I almost fell over. The name says "Lew Mumaw 2/4/1989". Lew Mumaw owned my house before the people I purchased it from. I still get junk mail for him. If I had to guess, I would say that this rabbit cage, found at the dump, was built at my house. CRAZY!
Pax Domini Sit Semper Vobiscum,
Mike, Oscar, Hotel......out.