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All my life hot rod cars were always my 1st passion but I'm much more conserative now and old enough that there a lot of hard work and model trains also a intrest of mine are much easier hobby to do.
I do work on my model train layout but my intrest definatly is less than it was. I don't feel any hurry on it at all, it'l get done when it gets done.
I do want something to do when all my other work is done, I think my best friend 73 pretty well do's nothing.
I used to buy and read books all the time. I was always in bookstores. I seldom read books now and rarely visit bookstores. I am on my iPad on the time though. Mainly browsing recipes, doing research and visiting forums. I have had no interest in downloading books.
A couple of crafting hobbies I thought I might start doing more seriously as a side business and then be semi-retired when I retire. I started gearing up with an eye toward being able to produce more and it made it less enjoyable. I also discovered that while friends and family ooh and ah over my work, when it has to stand on its own merits selling to strangers, it is fair to middling work. I still may do some, but I am looking at other related crafts that I have to learn instead of things I have been doing a long time.
My one true passion in this life has always been my horses. My enthusiasm has never waned from my first ride at age two, to this day.
I have bought and paid for my own horses 56 of my 68 years.
I recently laid two of my geriatrics to rest. I still have two, who are 20 & 21. Once they are gone, it will be a good thing I will be well up in years, as I am not sure I will know how to live life without them.
I used to work on our cars, I no longer have a garage or any place to do that. I also find my energy level is not what it used to be. Two weeks ago we sold our camper, we are just getting too old for it.
Our psychologies are an odd thing. When I was working and had more responsibilities than time, I would be so creative in finding time to practice the piano. I found a piano in a building on my work campus and would go there during lunch. I'd find music stores that would rent me a practice room when on business trips. I'd donate money to the piano tuning fund of churches when on vacation, in exchange for giving me some practice time. I so looked forward to the joy of unlimited piano time when I would retire. Well, you probably guessed it. Retirement is here, and days will go by without even touching the instrument. I do have spurts, when I will play every day for several hours, but those are farther and farther between. It seems it was the thrill of the chase - chasing down time. I'm sure it was also the image I had of myself, as the romantic would be musician, desperately seeking time at her instrument. The reality of sitting and working hard at something for several hours a day, day after day, with no obstacles to overcome, just doesn't seem to measure up. No more I coulda been a contendah! Ah well, as long as we can laugh at our own pretensions we'll get by. And it makes me appreciate all the more the professionals, who do find the inner drive to do what it takes.
I'm with the crafts & reading group. Although i did read a book I ordered & am now doing some needlework, I am not crocheting, which I did all the time. Then again, it's summer & that' s more of a winter hobby.
I used to read every time I had a chance, now, very seldom. I am on the net a lot though.buY
Our psychologies are an odd thing. When I was working and had more responsibilities than time, I would be so creative in finding time to practice the piano. I found a piano in a building on my work campus and would go there during lunch. I'd find music stores that would rent me a practice room when on business trips. I'd donate money to the piano tuning fund of churches when on vacation, in exchange for giving me some practice time. I so looked forward to the joy of unlimited piano time when I would retire. Well, you probably guessed it. Retirement is here, and days will go by without even touching the instrument. I do have spurts, when I will play every day for several hours, but those are farther and farther between. It seems it was the thrill of the chase - chasing down time. I'm sure it was also the image I had of myself, as the romantic would be musician, desperately seeking time at her instrument. The reality of sitting and working hard at something for several hours a day, day after day, with no obstacles to overcome, just doesn't seem to measure up. No more I coulda been a contendah! Ah well, as long as we can laugh at our own pretensions we'll get by. And it makes me appreciate all the more the professionals, who do find the inner drive to do what it takes.
Another place where I'm not an only. I used to write poetry, essays & short storys. Now, nothing. And I also appreciate those who have the talent & drive to create their art.
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