It's occurred to me recently that I've become a recluse. Had to look up that term to see if it applied to me, and it fits. I'm not sure if I'm bothered by that or not.
I see my gentleman friend on the weekends. Take vacation a couple of times a year. Once or twice a month I run errands at the post office, bank, and grocery store. In other words, I don't get out much.
Health is the main reason that I'm home so much. I keep up with the housework, and the pets. But I also spend a lot of time in bed. It's easy to overdo things, and can take days or weeks to recover. I'm careful to exercise daily. The treadmill for at least a mile daily, even if it's slow and has to be done in small increments. Hand weights for upper body strength, moving gently but still moving.
Braille lessons, making backgammon boards, and listening to books or online classes keeps me busy. I play a lot of music, or listen to movies as I'm keeping busy.
I'm having family from out of state visiting in two weeks, and just found out that a friend who lives in Africa will be flying here for a visit next week. Last weekend, there was a cookout with friends from around the country. So, I do see people from time to time. Just not many.
I never thought that I'd be a recluse, living alone with a cat, dog, and a couple of fish as housemates. I'm not complaining. It's actually relaxing and freeing to not have other people around all of the time. The quiet is peaceful. I find that I'm not lonely by myself.
This will all change when my gentleman friend and I move in together. I'm somewhat apprehensive about moving to the city, although there are many benefits, such as available transportation. It will be us, a trio of huge dogs, a pair of cats, and a couple of fish. Much more crowded than any home of mine has been in more than a decade. It will take much getting used to.
Enough for now...
