Now that my husband and I have been empty nesters for about a year and a half, I’m feeling a degree of restlessness in our routine.
Don’t get me wrong; I rely on our daily rhythms for a large measure of quotidian comfort. Yet I also crave variety and community, to use a word that’s decidedly overused these days but that to me means doing an activity with many people who are also there to do the thing that I’m doing.
It’s not that Simon and I never did anything cultural or creative while our daughter was growing up. We attended concerts and improv nights and dutifully saw “Hamilton” just like every other human in the Western hemisphere, but activities were geared towards things we thought she would like or find enriching, rather than things we’d like. Those family experiences are certainly treasured memories but now we need our own things to do as a couple.
I’ve been keeping my eye out for concerts, plays, classes or craft groups that both Simon and I might enjoy, or, to put a finer point on it, that he won’t object to. So far, Simon and I have gone to the symphony, painted pottery, made bad art and tried to see Magenta Theater’s “Jeeves at Sea”, but it was sold out. (Fortunately, it’s playing through this Sunday, so we’ll get another shot). As for me, I’ve been — either by myself or with friends — line dancing, painted even more pottery and learned how to make a turkey-tail whisk at a local broom-making workshop.