I'm torn. It makes sense that to be really successful at something, you need to focus your time and energy. When I think about actually doing it, though, it sounds so dull and . . . sad.
I taught myself how to play the harmonica. I don't know why. We had some for the boys, and I picked up one of theirs one day, and then I got curious and looked up how to play on the internet. Then I bought a "real" harmonica and a book . . .
I didn't practice yesterday, though, because I was busy making felted-wool stuffed animals out of recycled sweaters. I got a bunch in great colors from Goodwill, and I use buttons from my collection for the eyes. I had to stop, though -- time to go to work.