Having been single for 41 years, I was amazed that by marrying my soul mate, we were in each other's pockets almost all the time. Even more amazing -- it was fine!
We are both writers with desks about 12 feet apart although in separate rooms. Much of our days can be spent at our computers.
We do other things, from exploring the area, photo safaris, movies, restaurants, etc. almost everything together, although recently he has returned to what he loves as much (or more) than me (see photo). I am thrilled for him.
According to Barbara we should be at each other's throats, but we are not. Maybe because we've developed the ability to be alone together.
Now he is on a two-week trip to Dallas, Johnson City, Orlando. I was curious how it would be to be alone.
Alone in Argelès is a limited term. One just has to go to either of the two cafés at the end of the street and someone shows up for a chat. All our food shopping is with owner-operated stores, so a chat about kids with Elisabeth while buying veggies, or philosophy with another shop owner, is the norm.
Although nothing stops me from doing what I want while in the pocket, I often don't. I've discovered that:
- I am watching more French television in place of English.
- Missing our DVD/cuddle time
- Not eating meat
- Reveling in beets, artichokes and other foods that I am too lazy to prepare in addition to whatever day I am cooking. Rick and I alternate days.
- Having less laundry
- Having less trash not by 50% but by 80%
- Missing being handed a brownie or hearing the machine popcorn
- Sleeping diagonally in the bed
- Missing reading in bed in the morning and sharing what I am reading. I can do the first half with pleasure
So, I am looking forward to the rest of Rick's away time, but not as much as I am looking forward to his being back. I've decided that being in a pocket with someone is more than okay depending on the person and the pocket. One of the few times my friend Barbara was wrong.