In terms of having time for activities and hobbies, it seems like it was always feast or famine for me. When I was a kid and teenager, living on a farm and feeling isolated from other young people my age, it felt like the days dragged by, especially in winter. There was too much time to kill.
I baked to pass the time. My sister Gena and I would go cross-country skiing. I’d get out a puzzle and focus on that for a few weeks. I never liked being bored or having nothing to do. I don’t know what to do with myself if I’m not doing something.
Hindsight’s twenty-twenty but I should have used that time to cultivate a life long hobby.
I got married at twenty-three and by the time I was thirty I had three kids. There was absolutely no time for a hobby in those years.
I guess if there has been one constant in my life since I was eighteen, it’s been exercise in some fashion. At certain times I’m more dedicated, usually because I have the time. I feel like right now is not one of those times, maybe when Sid gets a bit older.
Looking ahead, I hope to be one of those old, grey-haired grannies still pumping iron. Well actually not grey-haired because I’ll never stop dyeing my roots but you know what I mean. And with pen to paper in my spare time, still writing about my life.
I’m excited for the Super Bowl this afternoon or evening or whenever it is. Not for the game but for the food and the halftime show. I’m making bacon wrapped stuffed jalapenos, antojitos, my take on chicken waffles, buffalo chicken dip and devilled eggs.
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