Nico (front) and Christopher sitting on old rail road tracks! Fathers Day 2016
June 22, 2016
My
guys, my dudes, make life enjoyable for me and hopefully other people who
encounter them. I suppose my sons’ are my hobby because they require all my
attention. I wish I had another hobby to go along with them though.
Boating
was a hobby that I once enjoyed but then I traded in my regular size boat for a
bigger boat sinking my hobby like the Titanic. Former boat owners say, “The
happiest time in a boat owners life is the day they buy it and they day they
sell it.” I’d also like to add, the bigger the boat, the bigger the mechanical
problems, too.
I
used to go to the shooting range and fire a few rounds at targets. Being a
police officer it is imperative to hone my skills for practical safety use of
any firearm. That was a good hobby until carrying my gun began to feel too much
like work. But when you calculate the
expense to buy shooting targets (only to shoot holes in the paper) and buy ammo to hurl towards it, the range
masters might as well allow me to hang my money in its place and shot at my
hard earned cash. Also, the ammo isn’t cheap. There are also lane fees that I
could replace for bowling lanes at a cheaper price. But another main reason
that hobby washed out was cleaning my guns after every target practice shooting
was becoming a pain in the ass. Needless to say I moved on from that hobby.
The
gym was a hobby I had rather enjoyed. Yup, the gym, who says they enjoy the gym
except for really fit, cross fit, people? I found the gym to be more
therapeutic rather than just a hobby. I would spend hours there weekly. The
iPod was really the game changer for me. My love for the gym grew since I could
put all my music on it to help me become motivated in my workout. The bonus to
working out was when I shed weight, gained muscle mass, which pushed my hobby
harder. Then my wife died and the desire to go to the gym has been gone ever
since.
My
new hobby, in no particular order, is Muay Thai, basic boxing, and Brazilian
Jiu Jitsu. I do all that in one gym. I don’t plan on entering any matches or plan
to enter any potential championship runs. And other than pulled muscles, sweat,
blood, and dislocations I think I like this hobby. Mostly I can pretend I’m a
badass at local establishments when I wear the t-shirts of that particular gym.
Or maybe I just have beer courage?
I
walked around a Hobby Lobby once. And realized that nothing they sold held my
interest. I was better off holding my wallet. My uncle bought a $1500.00 radio plane that I watched fly off and never return. The radio frequency stopped working and the plane disappeared in the horizon. That plane was probably a secret drone in the making.
I
wish something would hold my attention as much as a food buffet does. I found
walking around the different lanes of a Golden Corral to be more fun then any
of my above hobbies. Maybe slaloming between foodies at the restaurant would be
a beneficial hobby. Or I could be an official food tester and begin a new blog
proclaiming my favorite factory made buffet food!
Until
I can figure out what kind of hobby I want to do to occupy my time I will
continue to work on my kids while they grow up. Raising them is a responsibility
but the events I attend for them can be my hobby and hopefully their life
events will morph into my interests. Don’t worry; you won’t see me in the
stands yelling at the refs while my kids are on the field of play. Maybe you’ll
see me rushing the field. Hey, running! There’s a hobby.
Captain Imperfecto going to training. Orange is the new red!
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