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Hobby Fun

Remember that pesky section on the college application that asked you to “list” your hobbies?  The humiliating bullet on the job resume form you have to fill with the “many ways” you fill your leisure time?  How about the moment Tall, Dark, and Handsome at the company get-together wants you to share “what you do for fun?”
And you realize your answer will be as interesting as how you organize your separates on wash day.  Whites here.  Delicates there. 
I read fiction.  I write a weekly blog.  I love crosswords and Family Feud.

So you embellish, embroider, exaggerate.  You lie.
I hike the countryside on weekends.  I love nature.
Hey, I own a pair of hiking boots.  I wore them once and I plan to wear them again one day as soon as my bunion heals. I do love nature even though I have to take allergy meds before I venture outside my house.
I go to the gym three times a week.
Once again the truth.  I dress, show up for thirty minutes (just long enough to be seen by a few regulars), then I clo…

September 11th – In Retrospect

Even after thirty years in a dysfunctional relationship, I missed being married. I was sad, lonely, and lost. My kids were all grown and gone, and even the family dog had died.         I was in the middle of teaching a poetry lesson to a group of high school juniors when the teacher next door came running into my classroom, yelling for me to turn on my TV.  A plane had just crashed into the Twin Towers in New York City. Our country was being attacked by terrorists. For the rest of the school day the whole school, the whole nation, watched as all hell broke loose on our safe, complacent world.  It was Pearl Harbor, the Cuban Missile Crisis, and Purgatory all rolled into one. I don’t remember getting home, but I do remember assuring my three kids (all in their early twenties back then) that if worse came to worst, we would all gather at my house, we would all live under one roof, and we would all look out for and protect each other. I remember checking on the two useless “rifles” we kep…

Do Unto Others

My husband and his sons rented a salt water fishing boat for the day off the Texas coast.  The captain took their money but griped about the cold, rainy weather the whole time they were out fishing.  He wanted to cut the fishing trip short and said so. My men ignored him and enjoyed their day, returning with stories about the grumpy captain, the fish they almost caught, and how their dad kept tossing his cookies over the side of the boat for the majority of the time.           Why do people work at jobs where they do not like what they do and do not like their clients?           I have known teachers who hate children, doctors who turn their noses at their sick patients, and sales clerks who get upset when a customer asks for help.           My advice to all these unhappy people:  quit your job and go find one that fits your personality. And good luck.           Captain Ahab took the money when my men went fishing.  At the price they paid for his service, it should have come with a sm…