Renee and George met in the most usual of unusual ways. Renee was seeking a baby sitter for a friend, she called the phone number from a flyer for a house painter. She didn’t know she’d made the mix up of course. Coincidentally the house painter flyer was under the baby sitter flyer, but the painter’s phone numbers appeared to be part of the baby sitter flyer. When Renee called, George answered, they had a very silly conversation. Thanks to her openness, propensity for making jokes, and mild caution with strangers; combined with his entertainment from the mistake she’d made, as well as his kindness and aloof yet conversational tone, their initial meeting on the phone felt more like a conversation between long lost friends who didn’t miss a beat. Somehow, through a series of friendly comments, laughter, and awkwardness, she agreed to meet when he asked her to come by his studio.
After a couple encounters they were seeing each other regularly, edging closer and forming lives that surrounded around one life together. Both independent thoughtful and self aware, but seemingly in a place to rediscover the world, it was a good dyad of a team to take on the challenges of life. They started making small adventures together. To a coffee shop, then to a market, soon new countries, and life paths all together. Along the way doors opened, as if an orb of universal acceptance in all parts of nature followed them around, making seemingly ridiculous or just impossible feats happen. Together Renee and George felt pulls from curious things around them, and without concern approached, sometimes to silly dead ends, at others, to secret gardens tucked away from society. Their lives together, it seemed, were a bit of a fairy tale, or new age rendition of some self discovery book.
Years passed, and what began as a collection of stories, keep sakes, and photos from their adventures making a life together, making friends, and exploring the world around, slowly evolved into their very own family run business & network. The world was short on positive outlook and edgy yet approachable things to do in life, and the orb that surrounded their interest in life extended to the image it projected out to others hungry for a better side in life, of which Renee and George had no shortage of.
Soon friends from all around would connect by the wheel hub that was R&G. An elaborate web of friends, artists, business people, educators, health specialists, town farmers & laborers kept in touch with the couple and friends they made through the couple, exchanging information, planning gatherings, or bartering goods, one world treasure, or story, or whimsical creation for another. Some trades were simply for food and supplies to nourish, others were to throw parties.
Parties were a central part of their ever growing circle of friends. Starting as a place for meeting and sharing, the parties provided a circle for enjoying each others company and tales of life. Renee and George enjoyed other people and as much as they enjoyed privacy and peace. And for a time the music, food, and community through all the socializing was good. But soon came a time when first George, but soon Renee too felt they were becoming distracted. Spending so much time connecting different people, and preparing for the massive entertainment of the parties, neither of them had much time left for the original spontaneous things that happened to them in the early times, when each day brought a new experience unknown and unexpected.
It seemed even the orb of open doors and interest was gone too. Now instead they had reputation, incredible back stock of creations, food, wine, and land to explore for days. But so much of it required an eye, some schedule or knowledge of the coming weather and events & trades in the upcoming weeks. No more could Renee and George walk out the door and find themselves in a new strangers home learning of the great past in their newly discovered province or state land.
With little time R&D decided to head off, without more than some snacks and light sweaters, they departed for the unknown. A little rough around the edges, and comfortable with the easiness of the friends they’d had left behind, at first it wasn’t smooth going. Meeting new strangers, and trying to agree on a story to tell, both of them were disoriented, but excited at the misadventures they were already finding. Mornings started with sore backs from unfamiliar sleeping places. Odd digestion problems as a result of eating new yet shockingly fresh food. It seems even the wealth of their food supplies had removed them from the joy of eating things as they came, rather than when it was time to eat again.
It wasn’t long before energy was coming back. George smiled easier, expected less. Renee formed new interests bizarre yet cute and adorable to George. And she was making him laugh. He remembered the phone call when he explained to the sweet and friendly voice on the line that he wasn’t sure if she wanted him to paint a child, or the room for the child, he may be able to do both; but she would be nice to offer him a beer while he did it, and he’d enjoy the company too. The laughter the two strangers had on that call, the feeling that despite speaking to a stranger, anything that came to mind would be ok to say. George felt young again. Renee kissed him like they had kissed before too.
Renee quickly made George laugh. The crusty shackles of the amazing little world they’d created was gone. When the time finally came that they couldn’t remember the days of the week anymore. That the list of experiences, surprises, and new friends they made trailed off in their memories. When the places they been couldn’t be spoken in a straight sentence without a scratch of the head, and admittance that there were some details that had been forgotten already. They knew it was time to go home.
Even the idea of home was strange by then. Why not start again? George suggested. Find a new place, a new line of life. Fortunately the joker of the two was also the more level headed. “Because”, Renee explained to her now life partner. “Going home is our next adventure”. She was right, and Geo (as she now called her life partner) knew it. It all made sense to him. As keeping the interests and coincidences of their days together was the new challenge. Before they’d left home, they had gotten lazy and allowed the comforts and convenience around them in their lives and home, to solidify the joints of their thoughts and bones and daily needs with each other and the friends they stayed in touch with. To have to go somewhere to find their way again, was just as much a crusty thought, as it was to fall into a boring habit of seeing the same people and doing the same things day after day.
So they went home, returning to their old friends and acquaintances and indeed found other parties and interesting folks had since come to their old town and taken over the roll of being the center of attention. Sure enough, there were new ways needed to make a new place in the world where their old lives had once been. But they made sure to never get too comfortable, to avoid resigning to laziness too much. Instead treating their days like lottery tickets. Not worried, if say, the phone number for a pet sitter was a house painter or anything else for that matter. Being sure to laugh and speak freely, and to smile and kiss, life was theirs and with every moment was a new chance to fall and get back up together.