Sharing My World 2

Early October Wine Grapes (Photo Credit Ilares Riolfi)

Share Your World – 2014 Week 38

 

If you could be a tree or plant, what would you be?

I would be a grape vine in a vineyard in Italy or the south of France.  I can imagine being pampered and cared for and thus very productive with little personal effort.  Enjoying the sunshine with my family and friends, loaded down with luscious sun drenched fruit.  And doing whatever else grape vines get off on doing.

If you could have a servant come to your house every day for one hour, what would you have them do?

Head directly to the kitchen, unpack the groceries picked up on the way over, and whip up a fantastic gourmet meal.  Or something simply nutritious and edible.  This servant doesn’t have to be a master chef or even particularly skilled because I probably won’t know the difference.  As long as somebody else cooks it, I’m pretty much guaranteed to like whatever it is.  Never having to meal plan or cook again!  That would be almost as blissful as standing around doing nothing in a vineyard all day.

If you could have an endless supply of any food, what would you get?

Well if I have a servant doing the shopping and cooking, this would just be overkill.  Is red wine a food?  I’ll get my servant to reclassify it.  I’d be okay with an endless supply of that.

What was one of your first moneymaking jobs (other than babysitting or newspaper delivery)?

My first three jobs were all in the food service industry.  A little mom-and-pop diner, a tea house on the beach and a dairy bar where we sold ice cream and fast food.  Perhaps this explains my aversion to preparing and serving food, and why I’m always so nice to wait staff.  Never before or since have I felt so overworked and under appreciated.  I hope I’m able to give my servant generous tips.  And the occasional holiday in the south of France.

Bonus question: What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up?

I’m grateful for the fact that last week I didn’t strangle any small screaming children.  What is up with all the damned screaming when your poor servant-less mother is trying to shop?  Seriously, cut it out.  You’ll have plenty to scream about later in life when you’re waiting tables for a living.

This week I’m looking forward to all the gorgeous weather they’re predicting for days and days!  I’m looking forward to buying some gesso and repurposing some used canvas.  Drawing and painting and putting a dent in my endless wine supply.  Oh yeah, I don’t actually have one of those.  But think how grateful I’d be if I did.  Over the top.  No lie.