I’m the son of an engineer in case you didn’t know. A civil engineer to be exact. Hopefully that knowledge is enough to explain most of my personality traits and my interests. If it doesn’t then you’ve never met an engineer.
Anyhow…, mom and dad are “retiring” to the family farm this year (hopefully soon) and have been going through the hoops of building a new home on the same footprint as the old farm house. Pepaw got stuff done but it wasn’t always polished (or level).
Over the past year or so, the folks have been tearing down the old house (funny how emotionally attached you can get to “stuff”), interviewing builders, reviewing plans and actually building the new house. The house is for all intents and purposes done. All that is left is for their current domicile to sell, dad to officially retire and have all the people and stuff moved to the new location. Easier said than done but you get the idea.
If you’ve spent any time around a (good) engineer then you know they can obsess over details. This isn’t a bad thing. I want someone to obsess over the details of how a bridge or road is built so I don’t die. In other walks of life however, this can bring about unique growing experiences.
Whether you are 15 years old and working on a science project or are building a house to retire in, an engineer is who you will want by your side even though they may drive you crazy at that moment.
With that sentiment in mind, here is a small slice of working/living with an engineer….