My brother-in-law is an electrician. All day long he gets small scraps of copper wire from working. I asked him if it would be a problem to just throw it in a box. I told him I would empty it every day since he lives right next door to us. Instead of a box, he uses a 5-gallon bucket. He said he has to clean up the scraps anyway, so it is easy. I asked him to do this because the price of copper per pound is usually quite high. However, you get more money for clean copper than you do for wire that has the insulation on it.
That is why I sit at home when we are watching TV or just lounging about and strip the insulation off of the wire scraps. I then roll up the bare copper and put it in a plastic barrel I have in the garage. When the barrel was full, I had 800 pounds of copper. Continue reading You Do Not Have to Do Scrapping on a Large Scale to Make Some Decent Money
Of course me and everyone else here were a lot more concerned about how this effected us, but it looks a lot like we are going to just end up answering to a different guy, or perhaps his daughter if I read things right. A Sacramento bankruptcy lawyer and a bunch of accountants spent the other day going through everything in the building, they had me there to help them and I had to give up a Saturday of college football and basketball. At any rate they were obviously trying to figure out what the place was worth, but after a bit I sort of wondered if there was some sort of under the table deal going on. Continue reading It Looks Like My Boss is Going Under
My mom had lived on her own for nearly ten years before she fell and hurt her hip and leg. While she can still get around now that has went through months of therapy, she told me she was no longer able to live on her own. She was talking about living in an assisted living apartment, but we both knew she would not be happy in one of them. Before telling her anything, I did a search for two bedroom apartments for rent in Rio Rancho NM. I was only living in a one bedroom apartment, so there was just no room for her to live with me.
However, I knew that if I moved into a larger apartment, then we would both be able to share it. My mom and I are more like friends than mom and daughter, because it has just been the two of us for so long. Continue reading Mom and I Are Living Together Again