Sailing yachts from point of purchase to the buyers has been a nice way to make a living. Barely. But it’s a lot of fun.
Recently, I’ve been herding goats and looking after some fruit trees with the help of a hilarious border collie named Sam and a sugar-cane addicted burro named Betsy. It’s a nice way to live.
My Day:
Milk and feed the the goats, feed the sheep, feed Betsy, feed the chickens, cut all the animals loose, gather the eggs, take the milk and eggs into town with Sam, talk to a man about getting some labor up here during harvest, check on the boat, get Betsy out of the sugar cane, make cheese and check the cellar, get Betsy out of the sugar cane again, make repairs to the fence where Betsy got into the sugar cane, check the cane press and make sure it’s in working order (Betsy watches warily knowing that a working press means she will soon be harnessed to it) check on the pecan, avocado, mango, banana and mandarin trees with Sam; get that goddamed burro out of the sugar cane again, round up the goats and a few sheep with Sam; milk the goats, feed the all the animals and put ‘em to bed. Go for a an evening walk around the place with Sam.
Seems like a full day, but it’s really not. There’s a lot of time left over to mess around in the kitchen, read, write, watch old movies, hang out with Sam. It’s not a bad life. I eat and sleep good.
I always thought being a gardner at San Simeon in California or the Biltmore Estate in Ashville would be a pleasant gig. Working with hybrids in the greenhouse during inclement weather, otherwise out in the sun planting my creations in these beautiful, serene environments. A few good horticulture courses would probably get you onboard.
Or work as the librarian or curator in a small library, art collection, or history museum somewhere. Sweet.