My sister asked, “If you had all the time in the world, and weren’t always working, what would you do for fun?”
I had to think. To me, work is fun. Always has been, even as a youngster. These days, writing, blogging, public speaking and hanging out on social media are my work and my hobbies. But those aren’t things I can do with a buddy on a Saturday.
Suddenly, I felt like Poindexter, always in the lab, hunched over another invention, cackling to myself.
Rallying, I told her I liked to go on field trips to gather dried plants, which I could then spray with metallic paint and use as decorations around my house. Calculating silently, I realized, but did not admit to her, that I hadn’t done that for at least fifteen years.
Two days later, Sis and I borrowed my husband’s truck and drove up to our local…
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