Of course, there's the painting, the album making, the fruition of the backyard art garden. There's seeds to plant and holes to dig and an endless supply of grass to mow. There's the house to buy and transform into an improvisational art space. There's letters to write and presents to send and a lot of porch sitting to be done. There's lessons to be planned and plans to make plans for the plans we have yet to make.
I open my sock drawer, ready to begin. But decide to close it again.