Have you ever the saying “the difference between a man and a boy is the price of his toy?” Every time my hubby and I drive past a construction site he gets just as excited as a little six year old boy playing with construction toys in a sandbox. He exclaims “look at that backhoe” or “look at that dump truck” or “look at the size of that bull dozer.”
I’m never quite sure whether to feign interest or tell him I’m too busy trying to drive the car to be looking at the construction equipment. I’m sure he misses running his landscaping company that we used to run a few years back before we moved. He wanted to bring all of his equipment with him, but I insisted that we would not be self-employed after we moved. So he sold the business. He wanted to sell it lock, stock and barrel all together as a turn-key business but ended up selling it piecemeal. One of his employees bought the used backhoe loader and the used bull dozer from him. His father co-signed the bank papers for him to be able to buy them from us. Instead of listing the used compact tractor for sale he did convince me that he was going to need that down here to help do the landscaping work on the three acres of land we bought down here. He did list four of the used trucks for sale in the Uncle Henry’s magazine and ended up selling three of them that way, and he decided to give the fourth one to his daughter.
At least once a week, though, he teases me that he is going to go out and spend a couple of thousand dollars on some kind of construction equipment that we don’t need. I always tell him to buy himself a new wife while he is at it!