I have a few weird obsessions that dog my heels all the time. Like I can hardly pass up a tote bag without picking it it up and wanting to take it home. Be it at a store or an estate sale or a thrift shop . . . I covet them. Same thing with yarn. I have an enormous yarn stash, but I can’t walk by a yarn store without going in, and I can’t pass up an online sale without just having a little peek. In fact just the other day I tossed $350 worth of yarn in the cart, and then left the site with nothing. Because my husband might kill me and we all might be smothered under a pile of tote bags, books, and yarn one day.
This summer I’ve got two obsessions going on. Well, three, but technically one isn’t an obsession because I can’t really pursue it. My wrists still aren’t well enough for me to knit or crochet a lot, so I’m being, oh, let’s call it–staid–in my approach. Some would call it sensible. Oh, and I’m semi-obsessed with rocks, but I can’t look for those anywhere, so I’m not sure it counts so much.
My other two obsessions this summer are finding a good Mustard BBQ sauce recipe, and PokemonGo. Let’s address the first one first. I have had a really good Mustard BBQ sauce at a restaurant once. I keep trying to replicate it. Mine comes out either too strongly mustardy, or too strongly vinegary. But I’m persevering. If anybody has tips, tricks, or tried and true recipes, feel free to share.
The other one is rather ridiculous. I *know* better than to play any sort of video game of any kind. I get, well, obsessive. I learned this when playing Myst some many years ago, and I’ve been known to lose myself for days in Tetris, Bomber Man, and Bejeweled. Imagine if I played something like Skyrim. I’d never come up for air, never write another book. My kids are always trying to lure me into games, and when I do join them, they remember why it’s a really bad idea and have to wrestle the controller away from me.
I downloaded PokemonGo as a walking aid. Specifically, so that my kids would play and not whine while walking with me. Totally makes sense, doesn’t it? Unfortunately, it’s on my phone and I had to play it at least once . . . . And therein lies the rub: I’m now at the obsessed stage*. Course I have little idea what I’m doing, beyond collecting and evolving Pokemon. I have yet to enter a gym, much less engage in a battle. I have no real idea how to do that. I suppose I should just do it, as Nike would say. At least it does help with getting the kids to walk with me. I like to go three or four miles on a walk, and this keeps them going. Not the dogs. They like to quit on me at about three.
*that whole forced watching of many seasons of Pokemon that my kids adored is now paying off a little. Plus they like being experts in the field.
Anybody else have weird obsessions? My friend can’t pass by a flashlight that she doesn’t want to take home.