I'm a hobby whore...that's not to say that I spend my free time leasing my goodies for spare change. I tend to take on new interests without formally dismissing the previous ones.
Take gardening for instance - during the period immediately following moving into this house, I spent a lot of my free time poking around in the yard. Two years of squirrels eating my bulbs and being swarmed upon by the mosquitoes that thrive in the marshy strip behind myself sort of killed the passion. Insect repellant is a sick, sick joke. Back east, I could stick anything in a ground and ignore it. Chances are, if the kids next door didn't trample it, it'd grow. Four months later, you could go out into the garden, wade through the weeds and find yourself a fucking watermelon the size of your car tire.
The clay here is so heavily compacted that the idea of spending a day amending it makes me want to cry. I still want a yard with flowers everywhere, but I don't want to die making them grow. Maybe our next yard will be a bit less of a labor of love.
I think it's part of the Scorpio personality to take on a bunch of new projects because we thrive in making lists and planning things. Hell, that's my favorite part of any project. The idea of jumping into something new means that we have to put pen to paper to create a concrete plan of the abstract idea in our heads. We go full-force on projects for a while, and then the challenge sort of goes away. After that, things become tedious - like work, almost.
The hobbies that have stuck with me the longest are the ones that get harder over time - like music. I know that the more I work at perfecting some Liszt piano rhapsody, the closer I am to realizing how woefully unskilled I am at the next one.
Now for the sake of posterity I'm getting into scrapbooking. So far I've noticed one problem with this hobby: if you think too hard, your page looks like shit.
Posted by Tiffany at July 10, 2006 04:58 PM | TrackBack