I sold some logs before work today. I didn't have enough for anyone to come pick them up so I had to get them to the sawmill. The sawmill reminded me of the scrapyard. I have enjoyed going to the scrap yard for years. It is great to know that I am getting paid to prevent something from going to the landfill and at the same time the scrap will be used as a raw material in a new product. It just seems right. Knowing that I got paid to get these logs into the market after they blew over in the woods gives me pleasure. There were no loggers or damage to the forest and still I have provided first time raw materials. I find pleasure knowing that those logs will be in the lumber market and will become something beautiful, maybe part of a sideboard or desk or some nice cabinets. It was very gratifying. My truck didn't really think so, however. I was originally thinking I could get three of these smaller logs on the truck. The truck screamed uncle after the first two. My truck is almost
