I have one. For tomorrow. No bed sitting. A blueprint sketched and waiting to be realized.
First, tai chi.
Second, Historical Society annual rummage sale (opens at 8am. Oh... my... dogs.)
Third, submit my manuscript to be bound.
Fourth, craft talk by Stanley Crawford, so excited, 10am with all the writing residents.
Fifth (surprise), running a resident to a pharmacy in Morrisville, after 11am.
Sixth, lunch. noon (ish)
Seventh, meeting with my boss, which I was going to do before a lovely woman got an earache. Because he is going on vacation and that means if anyone needs anything in the writerly department, I am it, for the next 6 days. Because the writerly department is two people deep.
Eighth, climb in my car, alone, windows down. Drive north to Mt Eden Lake, with a map, maybe 9 miles away, to the place where Federico Garcia Lorca wrote part of Poet in New York. Because he was actually also a poet in Vermont. Like Haydyn Carruth, who I just found out lived and wrote a couple miles from here all during the 80's and his ex-wife keeps the cabin on the property as a memorial.
In my car will be my dog eared book and a blanket. And I am going to sit by the lake, maybe read aloud. Swim with the loons, which sounds so picturesque and frightening, because their chicks have hatched, and also, because I sometimes watch the news. But an alliteration of beach towel and bathing suit and book, 75 degrees and partly cloudy on weather underground, 0% chance of rain. Maybe kombucha (a ginger brew) and some almonds. Heaven.
If the resident needs to drive to Stowe, to the clinic, that means I will drive to Stowe, to the clinic. Which I am trying to embrace--maybe a new cafe. But I will get to Mt Eden tomorrow... or if needed, the next day, a new sketch that includes the underdrawing of "read poetry and swim." Maybe, if I am lucky, think about something I haven't had space to think about, because I have been so busy moving that I forgot to plan for silence and solitude, away. To plan for plans. Objects, aims, and ideas. No staying up until 3am. Home to bed, here shortly.
Tomorrow night there is dinner at 6pm and another artist talk at 8pm.
After tonight's dinner at 6pm and artist talk at 8pm, where Colin Chase talked about My Life in the Bush of Ghosts in relation to his work, not just the album, which is an all time favorite of mine by Brian Eno and David Byrne, but the book, which I plan to order. I may or may not skip dinner, and the lecture. It all depends on the lake. And swimming, and side roads, places to get lost::found.
I realize this is a lot. That best laid plans go awry. But that is the best part of best laid plans, how they plant their own seeds and hatch a new tree. What use desire without intent? So I will try tomorrow, and the next day, and the next, until my feet make a map and I get there.
Oh, lest I forget, did you notice how quickly I skipped by #2? Go back and read it, those five little words raising hairs on my arms. Because I want to beat you there, find something unplanned, unknown, surprising, and perfect. Because oddly, you can trust your gut, and arrange that too.
1. a detailed proposal for doing or achieving something; a design or scheme of arrangement.
3. a detailed diagram, drawing, or program, in particular.
a fairly large-scale map of a town or district.
a drawing or diagram made by projection on a horizontal plane, especially one showing the layout of a building or one floor of a building. (blueprint, drawing, diagram, sketch, layout; illustration, representation)
a diagram showing how something will be arranged.
4. a representation of a thing drawn on a plane, as a map or diagram:
5. (in perspective drawing) one of several planes in front of arepresented object, and perpendicular to the line between the objectand the eye.
6. a formal program for specified benefits, needs, etc.:
2. design or make a plan of (something to be made or built). "they were planning a garden"
synonyms: design, draw up, sketch out, map out
late 17th century: from French, from earlier plant ‘ground plan, plane surface,’ influenced in sense by Italian pianta ‘plan of building.’ Compare with plant < French: ground, plan, groundwork, scheme,noun use of thead.: flat, plane1, learned borrowing of Latin plānus level (cf. plain1)