Call me a homebody, but I love being at home. When I lived in the 'burbs during a phase we'll call "early retirement," I involved myself in paper artistry, painting, mixed media and the like to the extent that I opened an online shop to offload the excess. Then wen I came out of "early retirement, " (read: divorced and had to go back to work) at 55, I had to give all that up as there just wasn't enough brain space left over at the end of the day to create. On the other hand, I was free to do as I pleased, so I started country dancing again, I learned to shoot pool, and I generally started going out a few nights a week by myself. Not with the purpose to meet anyone, just to have fun. I met my man at a dance place where I went for lessons, and we've been together ever since (a little over two years). He lives in the country, over an hour from my house in the 'burbs, so I rented my house out and moved in with him nearly a year ago. Was laid off from my job six months ago and now I work from home (I'm a writer) and I get to see the neighbor's cows from my office window every day.
As for going out...I could stay home every day and every night, but I go out with him because he's the social bug, and hey, that's how we met anyway. During the day, however, I avoid going to town like I avoid spiders. We go grocery shopping together every week or so, and if I have to go myself I combine errands. I can't stand traffic, even in the small town up here. If I need fresh air, I just step outside the front door.
Ruth n Jersey, I'm the same way with the tv. I could leave it off all evening if it weren't for my guy watching it and wanting me to watch some with him.
