Hobbies, hobbies, hobbies! (And even more hobbies!)

As you might have noticed by now, I have many hobbies.
Yes, I play the banjo, harmonica, guitar, and other various oddball instruments. (Okay, I attempt to play them for the time being.)
I also have a collection of yo-yos, Donald Duck comics, and well, let's just say several other collections.
Woodworking, leathercraft, magic and illusions, reading, writing, etc... I've done that too.

The question, WHY?

Everyone should partake in a hobby. It's fun and mentally challenging. (You know what I mean.)
The point is, there's much more that comes out of doing something than reading about it. I used to read about and watch magicians on television for years. I wanted so badly to do what they did that I bought every book I could on the subject and learned every trick. And, later on, I was able to apply the knowledge I learned from them to other disciplines. If you are wondering, the overall implecation was in circumventing things to make something work. If I was in a bind to get something done, I knew some very oddball information about what I had available and I could improvise something new.
In fact, that's the biggest gain from hobbies: improvisation and application.
You can gain useful information from anything. Name it and you can use it somewhere else. The only thing is, sometimes it's not always obvious as to what it can do for you. However, I know it works.
And there, that's just the beginning of some long discussion I'll carry on from now to whenever.
Later

First Post: A look at my workweek.

There was no norm for Monday's sake to begin the week. What should have been my second day twas nothing but bleak. Before me stood a daunting task on this formable day of blissless silence. Tuesday took its toll.
Wednesday took my breath away.
I found it hissing on my tongue.
Nothing but that silly paper which I glued myself upon. I cannot resist that punishment of sorts for glory comes of its tempered parts. I cannot find myself to take away what I built on three years of my stay. Forthright then I have more to add, it's not the only thing I had to pay.
The night was long and we tried our best to make it early on the rest.
Yet it wasn't so true: we lied ourselves to sleep.
Thursday came still not tame.
Nothing but a feeling of bland, restless sleep stood over me. I knew that sun would set on my head,
but I would not be in it. This dragon which burnt me down, it left as soon as it came.
For that night I twasn't so tired as I would-- come the rest of the fall.
Rest caught me in its touching grace. I slept with comfort for the morrow.
And then, it came.
Friday. I shed a tear. I saw the sun glimmer on the land. And, then I knew the day had come.
The paper shed across the land and left it gaining in the stand.
Can ye the riddle which paced my mind, understand without my grind?

Okay, there's my attempt at a post. Don't shoot me for sucking it up.
Later