Hobbies

Now that my children are grown, I have more time on my hands for things like hobbies. Sounds good, doesn’t it? Ordinarily it would, but here it is. I have no hobbies. None - zip, zero, zilch. I don’t make things, build things, play cards, or engage in athletic activities of any kind. I read an awful lot, which obviously involves no physical exertion, and I garden a little, tiny bit to keep the place looking nice, but I really don’t think either one of those counts. Since just about everyone and their dog seems to have a hobby, I decided that it was time to rectify this situation. I would find one.

I gave it some thought over the next few weeks and couldn’t come up with a single thing that appealed to me, so I gave it some more thought. Still nothing. Then one day I was in my kitchen, and my eyes came to rest on my collection of cookbooks. For some reason, I love cookbooks, although I couldn’t begin to tell you why. I never refer to any of them. I hate to admit it, but I’m universally considered a below average cook, and I have to say I’ve never much cared for the distinction. I decided that it was time to do something about it. I would take up cooking. I’ll let you know how it goes.

(to be continued…)