Today is the beginning of my weeklong retreat right here in my house. Bill ships out in the morning for one of his “New York Theatre Binges.” He is a theatre man, through and through. He acts, he directs, he writes plays and teaches about most of the above. His binges entail going up to the Big Apple and seeing as many On, Off, and Off-Off Broadway shows he can fit in during four or five days. On matinee days he sees two. On days when there are no matinees, he’ll also take in a movie or two … mostly Independent films that will likely never make it to Charlottesville. He has five days this time. There will be a host of people waiting to hear his opinions about what he saw on his blog, View in the Dark, which he only seems to keep up with after one of his treks to the big city.
I don’t join him on these binges because I don’t like to spend my days sitting in dark rooms, no matter how good the play. When I do go with him it’s a different trip entirely. If the weather is nice and warm they we will take a trip to Central Park to just sit and watch people living their real-life dramas … walking their dogs, rushing, arguing, playing soccer or baseball. We will see a number of plays and movies, but we’ll also go to at least one art museum or gallery. I like to just ride the bus sometimes and watch the city unfold from my window seat. We might visit Ellis Island or some other place of interest. We always eat extremely well, having a big meal at noon and snacking in the evening. It’s lots of fun and I love going with him, just not in January, when cold winds whistle through New York’s grand canyons.
So it’s here I’ll stay this time to look after myself, the cats and the dog. I’ve not got much planned. I will pretend I am not here, I will write, I will read, I will eat well and I will exercise. I have no appointments and can do whatever I want to do, whenever I want, without worrying about anyone else. I will miss my man very much, but these little mini-breaks from each other are what I swear keeps our marriage so delicious. He’ll get the same kind of break at the end of this month when I go off to visit a friend in Florida for a week. We both love our at-home-alone times.
Even though Bill is still here, I’ve already started doing my own thing. I’m sitting here in damp sweats having exercised and stretched. It’s almost noon and it feels good to not have to be anywhere. I love to let the day unfold before me without a long list of places to be and things that must get done. Last week I started cleaning up the clutter on my desk and there is only one stack of papers left to go through. Maybe this afternoon, maybe not. One breath, one day at a time.