Sunday.

Plans.

As of today, the house is officially empty of the younger generation, at least as residents, for what is estimated to be a prolonged period of time. I shall:

• ceremonially do the motherly cleaning of their rooms.
• take down the horrible panelling in the basement and paint the walls.
• sleep without worrying when they will come home.
• garden.
• place paving stones in the front yard ("meadow") and plant sweet woodruff everywhere.
• clean up the nonsense that is everywhere in my study.
• possibly build bookshelves, more bookshelves, upstairs and down.
• possibly rein in my book-buying habit.
• start using the public library.
• go to the University library for high minded reading.
• write every day.
• make small movies/video essays (of course!).
• take Bruiser for walks.
• write letters and e-mails to absent younger generation.
• cook smaller meals.
• buy less food.
• hear the quiet.

And of course I will miss them. I already do.

Poem-a-day-for-a-month 2.0 update. Five for five.