The task of no tasks.

My dad and I decide that this experience of no structure and plans is good for us.  We both love structure plans but my energy is too much of a wild card to make plans.  We decide it's a test.

I task my father with fixing up the small garden area outside my apartment.  He approaches this project with Dad-like gusto.

  

My dad and I understand each other.  That's kind of the foundation of our closeness.  It means a lot to me that he's here looking after me.