Monday, September 26, 2016

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 clock out and head home.  It is not my fault my car autopilots to the nearest Starbucks or the one Dairy Queen in my neighborhood on the way home.  I totally believe in shopping local and supporting small business. 

I volunteer with little ones.  I love children.

The truth once again.  I do love children.  I have nine grandchildren and on occasion, I have had to sit them while Mom and Dad needed me.  And it was all volunteer.  No one has ever offered to pay me for the service.

I shouldn’t lie, you say.  I should find an interesting hobby.  One that I really do.  Well, embellishment is not lie.  It is omission of a few facts and exaggerating a few others.  It makes me mysterious. Interesting.  Enchanting. 


It beats telling others that I read fiction, write a weekly blog, and do crosswords and watch Steve Harvey and Family Feud. 

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