In three weeks since I got back from NYC, I've been just trying to recover from everything that's happened in the last couple of months, which has been a lot. Naturally, I got sick right after I got home and since then have just been playing catch-up. Whether it's mundane everyday things like laundry and sweeping, or bigger seasonal things like canning and drying, or projects joint and my own, there seems to be stuff to do from morning to night.
And now it's fall. Gone are my youthful days of being quick to declare favorites, but as far as seasons go, I love this time of year. It's such a cliche, living in the country, reveling in the abundance of food, the changing light and weather, but the seasons are very tangible and real here, each with their own distinct character and meaning.
We have a new agenda too: every Saturday Charlie and I try to do something fun together. This year has been a year of wild adventures, but it's also been one of work, exciting, but endless. One of the casualties of that schedule has been our time together.
Used to be, we had countless mornings to go on walks and mushroom hunts, but this year, we've stuck our noses to the grindstone. I have to say, as good as that is, I really don't believe in filling every waking moment with doing things. Your brain, relationships, creativity needs empty space and un-clocked time.
So we've decided on this new thing. Of just being together, without much of an agenda. Of doing something, productive or not, together every weekend. Casting aside chores, phone calls, necessary documents waiting to be filled and signed and taking off going outside, the beach, the woods, or as we did last weekend, another island.
I had been planning to check out the local film festival's first year and visit Emmy, whom I haven't seen since spring and at the last minute Charlie decided to join me.
We watched films, got drinks, visited the bookstore, the homestead store, the vintage farm stand, the coffee shop. We tooled around aimlessly.
As much as it's not ideal, physically leaving the house seems to be the way for us to have that space and so that's part of the agenda. A walk, a paddle, a ferry ride, a hike, a picnic.
A change of scenery, a change of pace, some time to talk and walk. That's all we need.
Coming home, we were refreshed, ready to tackle things together and on our own, back on the same page, reacquainted with our current selves and each other.
So we're caving in. Saturday is date-night. But I'm not calling it that. And there will be no candlelight. Unless the power goes out again...
How do you reconnect with your partner best? Or friends for that matter? That's next on my agenda. I have oodles reconnections to make...