WHEN WE INTERVIEW the residents for the directory, one of our questions is "What are your hobbies?". For the staff directory, I changed the query to "When you have spare time, what do you like to do?" When the subject is holding down two full time jobs, the answer is likely to be, "Relax". Alas, no time for hobbies.
Recently I've taken up my knitting needles again and am working on a project that gets more and more difficult to interpret the instructions. There's always the danger that I'll put the venture aside, never to be picked up again; therefore when Diane invited me to join her Saturday morning class I readily accepted, in the hope that it will spur me onward. The 103 year old, expert knitter here at the Manor recently died and no other resident volunteered to keep the knitting group going, so when I arrive at a stumbling block, I'm stuck. The other class members are working on needlepoint, so I'm the odd duck in the group, left to figure out my own dilemmas. When it gets difficult, it no longer feels like a "hobby", but life is that way, as we're demonstrating these days. We're in a hard part right now.
I think you all can guess at one of Mr. Bob's hobbies, in fact I think it's the only one he has left. Sleep, beautiful sleep. A few minutes ago he appeared in our living room, sat down in his recliner, got up and brought me a glass of water for my pills and headed back to the bedroom, saying he guessed he wasn't ready to get up after all. He's indulging in his hobby, just as I'm going to do as soon as I take my shower and hike to the parking lot to drive up the hill to our old stomping ground. Those ladies may not know how to figure out my knitting pattern, but they're damned good company.
“Properly practiced, knitting soothes the troubled spirit, and it doesn't hurt the untroubled spirit either.” Elizabeth Zimmermann