something old, something new

Ken and I had absolutely nothing to talk about last night. Nothing. It was like a scene in a very badly written movie.





All the little tiny H words, hey, huh, hmmm, heh…

Maybe it’s that he’s home all day, you know, because he’s retired now. which makes him so very happy. I’m a little less … how shall i say, enthralled. I mean, I’m really so glad he’s happy & retired & it’s so well deserved. But I gotta say, for me, it’s a bit weird having someone home 24/7. I just can’t imagine when we’re snowbound. But I jump ahead as always.

Maybe it’s because i need peace and quiet because i’m in my head all day, writing, and my head is so frickin’ chatty, oh my god, is my head ever so chatty… it’s like i have an entire house filled with people, and everyone of them – every single one of them – is overlapping each other. good god it’s crowded in my head. and so, at night, i just need some… you know, peace & quiet.

but still. last night we had nothing new to talk about.

and then i thought, uh oh, maybe it’s that we’ve talked ourselves out.

and i had this moment, this flash. this memory, of my mom & dad.  they talked about the same things all the time. Over and over and over again. The same stories, the same jokes, the same people. and I used to think, oh my god this is what happens when you’re married forever, you stop having things to talk about, because you’re together all the time and of course, of course, OF COURSE it gets stale and boring and repetitive … that’s why people can finish each others sentences. Not because they’re so profoundly connected or soul mates, no, no, no… it’s because they’ve heard these sentences so many times, and just like songs, you remember the lyrics.  you remember all the lyrics.

And I looked at ken, and I thought, no, I don’t want to be my parents.

I don’t.

I don’t want to be married 50 some odd years telling the same stories, the same jokes.

For them it worked. It worked fine. They seemed happy, content. It was enough for them.

But for me, it isn’t enough. I want more. I want new stories, new jokes, new experiences. And so, with that, I turned to Ken and I said, “hey sexy guy,” how about we do something fabulous every single day. nothing extravagant, but something new. small, teeny. make-love in the afternoon, bake a cake together (oh, yeah, right, that’ll happen???!!!), take a long walk, go bowling … you know, something every day that we get to talk about when we lie in bed at night.

And we made a pact. A pinky pact.

And with that … we had something new to talk about.

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8 Responses to “something old, something new”

  1. Madge Woods

    Great idea. Let’s see how long this lasts. 🙂

  2. Amy Ferris

    not long madge. not long….

  3. Debbie

    you are hilarious girl. I LIVE IN MY HEAD TOO!


  4. melody george

    Oh Amy….just catching up on my favorite blog and laughing my arse off!!! Thank GOD,GODDESS you are here..and writing..and making us think and laugh and letting us peek into your wonderful wacky hysterical loving caring world. You are simply put Deee-VINE!!!

  5. kristine

    I saw this comic strip once…the husband patted the wife’s fanny and said,
    “honey, thanks for those pretty little 5 lbs. you put on your bum, more to love”…she replied, “honey let me see that sweet bald spot of yours.” and she kisses the top of his bald head. The caption was, WHEN YOU GO WITH THE FLOW THE CURRENT GETS STRONGER.


  6. Hollye Dexter

    I love the inside of your chatty little head!
    Troy and I also made a decision this year to do things differently, try new things, keep ourselves challenged. Anything- Try new types of food, listen to a different radio station, even brushing my teeth with my left hand…just mix it up. It’s good for us.
    How did the cake-baking go?
    : )

  7. Barbara@TheMiddleAges

    I’ll never forget the time a friend found out how long my husband and I had been together (31 years this year). She marvelled aloud how we must be that wonderful couple who was so comfortable with each other that we could just sit in communal silence at the dinner table. WHAT????! In my universe, I want someone I can talk with till they lay pennies on my eyelids. No communal dinner silences, please!

    Amy, I love the idea of shaking it up, keeping it up. I’ll ask Phil if he wants to bake a cake with me…

  8. Maxee

    Thanks dollface. Going to have Howard read this wonderful blog of yours, Amy dear. We’ve also been in a state of limbo for a while. We need some shake, rattle and roll of our own.
    Love you,

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