Paper, Snow, a GHOST!

Passions, habits, and obsessions have their way of finding me it seems.  My mom used to say I had A.D.D.  But it wasn't the same as what everyone else knows it as.  A.D.D. means attention deficit disorder.  My mom used to say I had attention DIFFUSION disorder.  Too much attention diverted around to too many things.  Totally the opposite of not being able to concentrate at all.  I think my mom was on to something with that.

In the last few years I've taken up such collections/obsessions including (but not totally exclusive to) wine, cigars, Scotch, craft beer, books (Dan Brown and Jeffrey Deaver especially), Blues hockey, Liverpool soccer, and fantasy football.  Typically when someone gets hooked onto something new it replaces something old.  I just add to my ever growing collection.  Nothing ever gets replaced.  It might get thrown into the background a little more than before but the obsession is still there.  The justification for growing the obsession changes, that's for sure.

Wine used to run my world for a time.  A fairly long time in the overall context of my life......at least once I turned 21.  There wasn't a book out there that was not on my radar.  I wanted to learn it all, I wanted to know it all, I wanted to be the go-to guy.  It was my passion.  It was what I loved.  I dove in headfirst and it took a while to come back up for air.  Then I found out about cigars......and it started over again.  Magazines, books, online articles, etc.  The wealth of information is out there and I needed it.  I craved it.

My most recent obsession would probably be Scotch.  It's the most subdued though.  The nuances of the different types elude me.  I don't want them to but they do.  I can tell the difference between a pinot noir from Oregon over one from California from time to time.  But I don't think I'll ever be able to tell the difference between a 14 and a 16 year old Scotch except that it seems smoother, and not all the time.  I just can't wrap my head it around it.......yet.  But I might get there.  Like I said before, it won't stop me.  I'll continue to stick with it, to put the time in to learn about it, to try to master it.  It's what I do.  The attention is diffused.  Now it's going to take the time to make it my own.  To get to the point where I want to be with my knowledge of it.

What will be next?  I never know.  I'd like to know, but I never do.  I'm always open to suggestions though!  I think I just heard a motorcycle outside.  Gotta go.