Big boy toys
I’ve always considered myself to be a big kid in many aspects. One of the things that I’ve always liked was fire trucks. Another would be excavating equipment. When I was younger, I had 2 uncles (1 direct relation, 1 not) who owned and operated their own excavation business in Sullivan County, NY. In July, around the time of my birthday, my family would drive up to their place, where they had 100 acres around their respective houses (they lived next door to one another) and would have a combination birthday party and July 4 celebration.
One of the things that my uncles would do, was pile my brother and me into the company pickup and drive out to whatever job site they were working on. We’d both get a ride on one of the bulldozers and for me, it was the best thing since sliced bread. I don’t believe my brother got the same kick out of it that I did because, after a few years, I’d be the only one going out to the job site with our uncles. Which was just fine with me, because I loved riding on the bulldozer.
When I was in grade school, I did a little research in what it would take to learn heavy machinery, but when my mother got wind of it, she shut it down pretty quickly. Both she and my father were convinced that the best thing for me to do was get a college education, and get a better job (paid more) once I left school. Set me up for my future, that whole routine. I still wonder at times if that was the right choice. In my current employment, I’ve not made use of my BA degree, so in essence, I wasted 4 years of time and a good amount of money. Too, I wonder what sort of life I would have led if I didn’t go to college, instead got a job soon after HS graduation.
I was video chatting last evening after work with my pet, and the topic wound around to what our eventual mutual living arrangements might look like. We’d both like a place that’s off the beaten path, but with access to an urban area or two where we’d hopefully have connections in the BDSM community. Somewhere that’s not too warm, not too cold (I may love snow, and my snowblower, but I don’t want to be shoveling snow in my 70s) but have the ability to be ‘just right‘ as the 3 Little Bears story would relate. My girl said she’s looking forward to a sizeable front yard, and I commented that I’d like about 10-15 acres to play around with my bulldozer. Yep, got that wide-eyed look from her on that. A little stammering and a little more pleading later, and we were then talking about what the bulldozer might do with playtime. I like her imagination as well as the nice way she has about her when I talk about my ideas for the future. It dovetails so nicely with my own. She’s not one to shoot down my ideas right off the bat, she likes to throw in a bit of logic every now and again to bring me back down to earth. Way much better than saying “No, that’s not feasible, Daddy…”
And finally yes I know bulldozers, graders, lifts, and backhoes all cost a lot of money. Do I have the funds for these flights of fancy? No, but it’s nice to think about it.