As I was lying on the ground tonight looking under a picnic table, it struck me. I am married to a serial hobbyist! The latest thing “we” are into is geocaching, which is basically using geographic coordinates to find things other people have hidden. My mind began to trying to remember all the hobbies Nelson has had over the years. I think the first was the motorcycle we bought when we were first married. It was stolen soon after Marie’s birth. Gardening came with the purchase of our house, 30 years ago. It is a hobby we both still enjoy. Nelson grows the best tomatoes in the neighborhood. Photography classes came next. He still uses those skills he learned. We carry 2 cameras, his and hers. His is more likely to contain beautiful scenery, people…not so much. He and Marie took scuba diving lessons together when she was a teenager. My home is peppered with stained glass pieces he has made. He has fished off and on over the years. We had a boat for a time. Woodworking has always been a favorite. Nobody talks about the number of knives he has collected all his life. And now, he makes them also. With that, of course, comes leather working. His mother taught him to weave baskets, which he has passed on the the grandchildren. Things heated up when the kids left home. I waited in the car while he went in search of Hot Wheels Treasure Hunts all over the Houston area (for the grandchildren). Then there were beanie babies and e-bay finds. Antiquing brought with it a collection of old fishing lures and equipment. We eventually had our own antique booth to resell some of it. I guess that counts as a hobby, too. Baseball hit us hard about 10 years ago. We have Astro’s tickets along with shelves and boxes of memorabilia. We also began visiting Major League ball parks a few years ago. Nelson obtained his concealed handgun license and has been upgrading his firepower (as he calls it). The one thing that we have done all through our marriage is travel. We stayed in tents, pop up trailers, campers, hotel rooms and now, Belle. We travel well together and obviously enjoy the same things. So, as I was trudging through the brush and poison ivy tonight (he’s allergic) to find something “tied up” in a tree, I realized how fortunate I am to have a husband who is interested in so many things. It makes for an interesting life. One of his quirks is that he rarely gets rid of anything. He says that I should be thankful for that. Most of all he would tell you it doesn’t make him a bad person.
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