Dennis and I took our turn at working at a VFW supper last night. It is very unlikely for the two of us to be out and about after dark. This morning, over a late breakfast, we compared notes over the previous night: Individuals came in for the supper and took a spot out of the way of any commotion until their acquaintances came to join them. Ironically, it is the same clutches of people who we have noticed over time that depend upon “their group” before going forward. It reminded me of events, when women tend to go in clutches to the bathrooms.
Dennis and I are very much a pair who go where we want, when we want. It prompted me to wonder if we have isolated ourselves to the extreme. Finishing our Sunday morning tradition of cinnamon rolls and a pot of coffee, Dennis assured me we are in no way isolated, just independent. No calendars, other than our own, need to be checked if we want to go out for supper, take a road trip to Mankato for shopping or make a run up north.
In times past Dennis shared that he didn’t mind being on a bowling team or a dart team, but those type of commitments went beyond, as it was then assumed more times together could be planned beyond the schedules. It was not what he had signed up for and he did not continue on the teams.
I have dipped my toe into sewing groups, Bible studies, etc. I am an individual and I do not need to be defined by the organized group.
Dennis and I are: a party of two, very comfortable right here on Stauffer Avenue. It seems as if we have a fair amount of drop-ins for coffee and rocking chair time either in our home or in the porch. It’s a good thing.
We had a very late breakfast as the “spring ahead” time change was not registering as yet.