Hobby is not a word that comes across my proverbial desk and I do mean proverbial as I write in bed, slouched back to protect my back or old car injuries manifest in haloes of pain.
Perhaps I take myself too seriously to consider hobby as a pastime. Maybe gardening, but I'm too occasional a gardener. There are few sports I love, other than skiing and riding and my knees tell me otherwise, so that's in the past tense. Hiking is a passion, when I can do it, but again, the knees. I don't knit, scrapbook, or do anything on the hobby level, what is a hobby, exactly? Something done for fun. Well, maybe drinking latte and eating chocolate.
When I teach, I take photos, when I travel I take photos, when flowers bloom, I take photos. The camera is an extra eye, to recall what the eye forgot to record. Interestingly, my color poem was from a photo I couldn't capture...so memory had to suffice.
Maybe reading pulp fiction counts as a hobby. It has no real use, other than escape. So does TV. Does Hulu count as a hobby? I am dry as bone, no poem will come...
The IRS would like to think poetry and art are hobbies, but that's how I earn my living. Maybe that's a direction I could go in, in defense of poetry...
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