You have a HOBBY? I won’t tell.

Once a year I take out my art box. Ya, art box. Don’t laugh it’s what got me through school and put bread on the table. The old art box has pen and ink, pencils and art paper, charcoal sticks and even pastels, all the things to draft pretty pictures of our landscape or beer cans.

At one time I was able to draw a straight line and walk one as well. I even got past the point of connecting the dots and coloring by numbers. For quite a few years my creative juices were flowing commercially. There were ad layouts that would blow the socks off clients who in turn made some bucks selling “STUFF”. Then I hit the wall, burnout. This was followed shortly there after by the advent of computer design and the ship left port without me.

But now dear friends the juices are once again flowing. Deep inside, I am urged to create something, or it could be gas? I’ve just got to remember where I put my art supplies or did I drop them off at our Thrift Shop? Anyway I go through this thing once a year just like the bears that come out of hibernation then trash my bird feeder.

So anyway I am developing a new hobby, it’s thinking I should have a hobby.