Rhubarb is dead exotic where I live. We have guava, mango, all sorts of things grow here, I even see prickly pear in shops but never rhubarb. The amaro I used is called Santoni, and it's nice. Bitter with the astringency I associate with rhubarb.
Recess. I can't nap, and am not hungry, but a break is always welcome.
Absolutely not. There is one TV and it is in the living room. We actually have two 'living rooms' (spaces that are not bathroom, bedroom, or kitchen) and if it was up to me the TV would be in the secondary one, farthest from kitchen and bedroom. I do sometimes like to watch TV but don't want it in my face all the time, and think living room looks better without one. But everyone else wants it in the bigger living room, which also holds the kitchen.
I am from the US and went to England for school one year. In the lunch line here, if there is a choice, you ask for it and say thank you, like "Carrots and potatoes" then "thank you!". But in England they said no, that is rude. It's "carrots and potatoes, please." Then "thank you" when you get them. Needed both just to be minimally polite.
I AM polite with my kids, I model it but don't demand it really. They catch on fine. I have friends and relatives who made their kids "yes sir" and "yes ma'am" them. I don't think that's cool. I told my kids to ma'am and sir wait staff, cashiers and teachers but not family, it does seem almost cheeky, somehow, to be too polite with family.
My mom worked as a university professor, then advisor, and what she said about college was "it just shows a prospective employer that you can follow rules and commit to doing something for a few years and follow through on it. That's why they want the degree. Also cuts down on applicants, fewer to sort through."
So, from someone on the inside, she didn't think the main reason was education, in terms of specific jobs. I know in accounting I don't use so much of what I learned and that's a pretty specific degree. Anyone with a mind for numbers & systems could be trained on the job to do what I do.
0-3 years. 0 is ideal, but three is close enough.
ETA sorry I didn't see what community this was. Please let me revise. Any prime number. 1,2,3,5,7,11,13, up to 43.
Health, I would like health until I die (I suppose that's a limit in a way but I wouldn't want it to keep me alive forever. Just unlimited health for a lifetime)
Money would be the most useful I think. It would be so nice to never worry about it.
Cat yes, dog no. Dogs seem more comfortable with rules, and I don't like them in the bed. So I train them not to and we are both ok with that.
Cats I can't control, but they tuck in easily and don't take up much space, they are kinda relaxing to have in the bed.
Same rules for the couch. So relaxing to have a cat next to me, purring. Dog at feet, or sometimes we get a chair for them, so they can sit up high like us.
Rainbows.
Radio. Radio is magic.
Yes, this is one of those odd double standards I don't understand. I can comment on a hot woman, call her sexy and nobody bats an eye. I am not turned on by women who look hot but it's like I know what I would like if I was? My husband will say things like "ideal build" for both men & women but would only comment on the sexiness of a lady not a guy.
The only time I saw my kids afraid of me, I was glad of it, it was the younger two, they had been fighting with each other and called me at work to complain about each other and I told them I was coming home, by the time I got there they had decluttered the room and were sitting at the table across from each other, calmly.
I'm not sure what they thought was going to happen. But it made them stop fighting and work together.
In general they are not, certainly they tell me anything (stuff I would never have discussed with my mom) so I know they trust me, and I don't just love them I like them, and they seem to like me. It's sad when parents think respect comes from fear, it most certainly does not.
Anxiety does lie. I'm not saying your mom wouldn't hurt you, but you can't trust an anxious mind, it can distort things. The fear comes first then looks for a cause to pin it on.


I mean, you could pick it up with your foot without bending down, right?