Share Your World – Week 32

If you could have an endless supply of any food, what would you get?ย Must I pick one? If so, I would have to go with sushi. It includes one of the others, avocado, so it’s a little bit of a cheat. If only I could figure out how to incorporate chocolate…

What is the worst thing you ate recently?ย The worst thing I’ve eaten recently is the fast food fried chicken sandwich I feasted on in the car yesterday on the way home from a trip. Not your typical fine dining experience. Choking it down might be a more appropriate description. I should have just tossed it.

You are comfortable doing nothing? For long stretches of time?ย The only time I can be comfortable doing nothing is when I’m outside in nature. Only then does my brain shut off its overdrive function. At home it’s a different story. I will watch TV while on the computer. I will do housework while listening to an audiobook. I even take knitting when I go to visit my parents, to my mom’s dismay. She is one for undivided attention, but I find when I divide my attention, I can corral it and place it where I want it most. ๐Ÿ™‚

List of Jobs You Think You Might Enjoy: Even if you arenโ€™t thinking about a career change, it can be fun to think of other jobs you might enjoy.

  1. Doctor – What ails you? Maybe I can help.
  2. Librarian – Who wouldn’t want to be aroundย all those beautiful books?
  3. Owner of a small bookstore/coffee shop in a small town – See #2, but with coffee and livelier conversation.
  4. Owner of a small town bakery or healthy food joint – Hey, I love to cook. Might as well get paid for it.
  5. Novelist – Still dreaming about that one

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

I am grateful to have my family around me. It’s a transitional time, and we are not always gelling, but I’m so grateful to have them in my life. I’m also grateful for my wise book club friends. Most of us met through a common connection and a shared love of books, but we seem to have developed into a moai of sorts.

I am looking forward to seeing a dear friend from college this weekend, truly something to look forward to.

Thanks, Cee, for the fun and interesting interactions!

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SYW 32


A Todo Lujo

My husband is from the highlands of Central Mexico. He grew up in a large family with busy, loving, subsistence farmer parents who tilled the dusty fields between agave and prickly pear cactus, planting corn and forage with a horse and plow, and hand tending the fields of bounty that they would save through the winter. His home growing up started as a dirt floor, one room home cinder block dwelling that was gradually built up to its current modest two-story, three bedroom block home with a new kitchen and appliances. The three roads in his tiny town were only recently paved. Yet he had freedom to roam, and friendly waves from the people of the town. He went to church and school, went to parties that hosted the entire town, and ate meals lovingly prepared by a mom who knew how to make something out of nothing. He helped his father and developed a strong sense of responsibility.

All that to say, my husband grew up poor in wealth, but rich in the things that matter.

Fast forward to the 80s. He immigrated to the U.S., where he worked hard, developed a stellar reputation, and earned a good position in a local company as a warehouse manager, showing skills and ambition that would dismiss anyone who thinks social status is static and that growing up poor relegates you to a dismal existence. We married and had a family. It became harder and harder to make trips to visit his parents between kids and school and work schedules, so we began the process to get them into the U.S. for a visit.

My in-laws got their visas in the 90s and were finally able to come visit us. As we took them on trips and showed them the sights, my father-in-law would repeat the phrase, “a todo lujo.” Well, my Spanish isn’t the greatest, and I misinterpreted that as ‘todo alย ojo,’ and assumed it meant there was so much to see. I finally looked it up. It means posh, deluxe, luxurious. Towns with overflowing hanging baskets adorning lamp posts – a todo lujo. Entering a restaurant with a fountain – a todo lujo. Everywhere we went, there was something that piqued his interest, and he always noticed the details. Things I just took for granted were newly seen through the eyes of a weathered farmer, and I understoodย just how lucky I was to live in a place where we could focus on making small areas of our lives a todo lujo.

It makes me realize that a large part of the world doesn’t need gilded chairs or their names in great gold letters on the front of skyscrapers to feel the touch of luxury. Some flowers, conspicuously placed, a fountain, fresh paint, clean things, new things, all add to the feeling of luxury.

It’s all about perspective.

My father-in-law recently passed away, but he was always thrilled to explore and see the world, and he never forgot anything. My mother-in-law continues to make the trip back and forth on her own. She is in her 80s.