quest for a hobby

well this week i've formed a dislike to watercolour pencils. Infact i think i've always hated them. It's a lovely idea but no matter how many books i read, no matter how many classes i go to try as i might i'm just not cut out for the delicate art that is watercolour pencil painting...perhaps you've got to be over 70 then it just comes natuarally. seach for showpiece goes on. i wonder if butterflys come in albino
have just escaped kitchen; todays project is currently sulking in breadtin...something about being too cold...i forget. have rather definite feeling buddists have right idea, not so sure about orange but i think the no worries thing could work quite well. they do these chants, the same fifteen bars for fifty eight minutes, combined with own version of tai chi an youre swimming