I need a hobby. Besides shopping for food, cooking, and eating. I need a real hobby. One where I don't have the chance of making into a career. No, working out at the gym is not a hobby. I used to think tennis was my hobby but I get way too competitive and don't try hard enough to dedicate time to playing. I may still play this summer depending on who's around.

I was thinking that I would do some renovations in the house this summer but that would be way to much work for a hobby. Plus, it's way too finite and expensive of a hobby.

I have no desire to knit. Or collect anything. I would do some gardening but I live in the City and I don't have a backyard. Plus, I have some plants and a window box herb garden already... and that is pretty much all I have space for.

Blogging is not really a hobby. Just something I do so that I have an outlet for my thoughts. Especially since the husband tends to tire of my rants.

I thought about purchasing a dance class card and taking some tap/jazz/hip hop classes for fun. Maybe it may spark some creativity on my part. But then again, maybe it may irritate my already tired back and knees.

I even thought about joining some sort of sports league but again, the back and knees. Plus, the only other sport I want to partake in is alpine skiing and that doesn't happen much in the summer.

So, I guess, this summer, I may take on the one thing that won't cost me much. I'll work on my tan. Can that be considered a hobby? Later.  ¶ 12:55 PM