It’s quiet in here.
My honey is away for a few days on a business trip. I was just sitting here working on my various blogs, yes I have more than one, and realized the only sound I’m hearing right now is the rattling of the pipe as the washing machine fills up with water. Even the dogs are quiet, they’re sleeping.
I’m a person who enjoys quiet time, needs it in fact. As K and I joke, I could sit quietly by myself in a room for hours with no outside stimuli, just looking at the walls, and think. I’d be happy doing that. I’ve done it. It probably sounds strange. It rejuvenates me.
Conversely my honey can’t take too much quiet time. She can’t take sitting and not doing something for very long. She’s a doer, a bundle of energy needing to have something to pour itself into often enough so that she doesn’t spontaneously combust. It’s her way, and I love her for it.
We are very different in this regard.
I just realized I’ve been sitting here for a little bit of time. Not as long as I originally thought, when this first occurred to me, as I realized I did get up to do the dishes, then to feed the dogs, then later to clean the bathrooms, then later still to do some laundry, but a long time none the less. It’s not like I’m sitting here doing nothing, though really I guess I’m sitting here doing nothing. Unless working on the blogs, checking Twitter and Facebook, and reading the news online counts as something. I think it’s more fluff than substance. No matter really, I’ve been sitting here, aforementioned activities excluded, all morning. No radio on and there’s no TV on this floor. Silent.
There’s a lot of light in this room, especially now that the snow has finally melted off the solar tubes. The sky is bright blue and the temps are, amazingly enough, above freezing today. This makes two days in a row. I’m shocked. It’s lovely out.
The dogs are laying on either side of me, both zonked out. They are relaxed, and so cute. I love them.
Our normal daily lives are a bit noisy. Laundry going, dishwasher going, my honey on one work call after another, phone ringing, us talking to each other, radio on. Usually the dogs are barking at squirrels or people walking by, but strangely, not today. Maybe they know what’s going on.
I’m listening to the sounds of the world. The faint chime on our front porch as the wind moves it just enough to clang, not more than once or twice all morning. The unseen, but heard, sounds of the occasional car rushing by the house. I can see the branches on trees moving, but can’t hear the wind. Then there’s the far off sound of a fan, somewhere in the house. The little girly just barked, muffled, in her sleep, followed by a heavy breath. My fingers are making sounds on the keyboard as I type. A helicopter just flew over. I think I just heard the faint sounds of a woodpecker. That’s all. The rest, silence.
When K is away for work I always think to myself, maybe I’ll go see a movie, go out to dinner, meet up with some friends. I never do. I probably would if it was going to be longer than just a couple of days, but it isn’t. And as much as I love my honey, and don’t like when she’s away, I do love my alone time. So much so I don’t answer the phone, unless it’s her. I can think of all this take out I’d love to go get, or have delivered, but I don’t want to see anyone, talk to anyone, so I make due with what we have here at the house. I’m enjoying this too much to have it interrupted. I could go two days and not talk to anyone other than the pups, myself, and as I said, my honey when she calls. That’s it.
I’m recharging. It soothes my soul.
I know people who like it when their spouse has to travel because they get to do things they wouldn’t normally do. Maybe go out with friends, get a bit wild. Nothing terrible, just cutting loose a little. Not me. When my cat’s away, this is how I play. I sit, looking out the window, listening to the lovely sounds of silence.