There is a lot of talk about the wind industry these days, the pros and the cons, the need and the impact. However there isn’t much said about the life of the wind tech.
Most of the jobs in the wind industry involve travel. The men and women who work on the towers are gone from home for six weeks at a time and spend most of their life in hotels separated from friends and family. The work is hot, dirty, and hard, but it is a wonderful job. My husband loves his job. In troubleshooting the breakdowns it has enough puzzles that it keeps his mind busy and the job itself has enough danger that it keeps him on his toes. Don’t get me wrong, there are plenty of safety procedures in place. It is one of the safest jobs in the energies field, but still when you’re walking around on top of a 300+ ft tower there is an element of danger that thrills the adventurer.
So I thought I’d share some photos my husband took while at work. It’s sights that only the tower monkeys get to see. Yes I just called my husband a tower monkey. It’s a nickname in the industry, tower climbing grease monkey, and we shortened it to tower monkey.
My front flower bed looks like this. Lots of weeds. Some wild daisies. A clematis with a fear of heights. And lost of cat poop.
Let’s face it, I suck at gardening. My attempt at landscaping was a little plastic fence, shoveling out the cat poop, and digging up the dandelions when they showed up. Not a pretty sight.
Enter my wonderful husband.
He came home for R&R from work and decided to sort it out. He worked all day in the sun, happily I might add. (I die in the sun, but he loves it. ) He dug up all the weeds. Removed all the cat poop. Found a trellis for my poor clematis and tamed the crazy daisies. We had a bunch of stepping stones buried all over the back yard from the previous owner’s garden design. He dug them up and hauled them to the front of the house. He arranged them and then went and got some of those lava rocks and the white sparkly rocks. After some artful scattering and a bit of rearrangement of some driftwood that was laying around.
I have a very pretty front flower bed.
I don’t know what I’d do without my wonderful husband.
In this time of Christmas and/or whatever holiday you choose to celebrate, please remember what it’s really about.
Hope. Family. Love.
I know that everyone preaches about “the reason for the season”, but that is not my purpose. I want you to remember what you have and be thankful for it. There are so many who have nothing or even less. There are those in the hospital, homeless, separated, lost, forgotten, or alone.
Give something to those who need it. It doesn’t have to be about a present. It just has to be about a thought. Just spare one tiny little moment for someone else, whether you know them or not. You never know how much it might mean to someone. It could mean their life. This is the silly season and people often fall into the deepest depressions around this time of year. You can be the lifeline that keeps them safe.
Call your mom or dad, visit your grandparents, bring cookies to the neighbor that is housebound. Appreciate those around you. We are all in this together.
SO from mine to yours,
May there be blessings aplenty,
Love, Hope, and Family.
Had the great honor of seeing and meeting Supaman. He was doing a tour of the schools supporting Red Ribbon Week. Fabulous man with fabulous message. Please check him out!