My new hobby of the morning is feeding a pet squirrel who has adopted me, or maybe I have adopted him. Early morning, I sit out on the patio listening to the birds, and a young squirrel comes begging every day. Now I take a handful of peanuts out every morning. He comes closer every day, and no longer is scared of the sound of my wheelchair. The downside is that when I have no peanuts and am just outside, he follows me around looking at me with those hungry eyes, his tail twitching and his nose quivvering.
Never to see the light of day or print is my old and continuing hobby,writing short stories. The least little event or idea will get in my head and roll around and around until I put it on paper with new characters that I can manipulate. Sometimes they manipulate me, and the story takes a new twist. Fun.