A leisurely pursuit. A diversion from reality. A way to pass time by getting involved in an activity purely for its entertainment value. An eclectic obsession. A quirky fixation on something that speaks volumes to my heart.
I've always wanted to be the kind of person who has a hobby.
Yeah... but will it make me rich?
I have interests and activities, yes, but no hobbies, really. The types of things I do in my spare time—like sewing and writing—are more practical than entertaining. Even if I were to take up something like quilting, I’d probably turn it into a money-making venture.
It’s the same with reading. I don't usually read just for the fun of it, but rather in order to learn and grow. I rarely read fiction.
They do TV shows about people like this.
I respect people who have hobbies. They somehow seem more relaxed, or more passionate, or maybe just more fun than the rest of us. I get the feeling they don’t always need to be doing something productive. For instance, they can gather together little treasures just for the sheer joy of it. I find that charming.
Oh, THAT? Well, let's see... that's the "Old Crow" P-51B Mustang with the British Malcolm Hood. It's a replica of the one flown by Capt. C. E. "Bud" Anderson.
I have a friend who has an impressive collection of little airplanes. These are apparently true-to-life replicas, and they’re displayed throughout his home. My friend knows the name of each one, in rapid succession! When I asked him how he learned so much about them, he seemed almost puzzled by the question. I concluded that he simply soaks up his knowledge through osmosis.
I actually did have a hobby once.
As a young child and throughout my 20’s, I collected stamps. My collection won a blue ribbon in the Mariposa County Fair, the same venue that awarded me prizes for sewing and, of all things, barrel racing. Anyway, I passed on my stamp collection to my daughter, and I have no idea what became of it. I’ll have to ask her about that when I see her next month.
Some collectables really take up space.
I collect coffee mugs, but it’s an obsession more than a hobby. Years ago, I traveled regularly on business, and I bought mugs with city names on them at airports. At some point, I had amassed over 500 mugs. A particularly spiteful ex inadvertantly did me a favor in 1988 when he stole most of them. The bulk of the remainder of my collection is in storage today. Friends who travel often bring me mugs from airports along their journeys. Those are the most precious ones in my collection—I keep them handy and use them often.
Just so long as it's not CATS!
I think it would be fun to be known as someone with an unusual, over-the-top hobby. That way, people could refer to me as, “You know… that really nice gal who has that huge, mind-boggling collection of ... .”
What am I THINKING??
Time is precious, though. Days fly by, and often nothing gets done that should be done. Perhaps a hobby would interfere, I don’t know. Maybe I’ll wait to develop one after I retire.
Karen
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