A side effect of being lazy for an extended amount of time is that, eventually, Newton's law catches up to you and for every period of in-action there is an equal, productive re-action. This is how hobbies happen.
As for me, I happened to receive a couple of plants as gifts. Placing a life-form, however menial, in the hands of another is an interesting gift, isn't it? "Happy Birthday. Here's a chore that also turns a rather insignificant amount carbon dioxide into a small bit of oxygen."
As it so happens, I placed one of the plants next to the couch, on which I spend days napping and watching afternoon reruns of "Malcolm in the Middle." Then one day it happened. I looked over and had the burning idea it and the other two flowers in the apartment had to be repotted.
I took swift action. With that out of the way, each one snuggled in brand new pots with Miracle Grow soil out on the patio, I itched to plant more things. And I was armed with a whole extra bag of soil left over and a brand new watering can.
I've decided that I could get into this gardening thing. I went to a real garden center and bought two kinds of mint plants. One is called Mint Julep, which I like because it makes no bones about being almost exclusively for the making of a delicious alcoholic beverage. The other kind I've decided to try is called Kentucky Colonel, which I like because it sounds like a homage to KFC. If this works out, it may be a gateway to a fullblown herb garden. Or more flowers.
Or, the pendulum of laziness may swing in the other direction, particularly after a series of fresh Mojitos, and I'll return to a more relaxed state. Ready for a new hobby.
