The spirit is weak...

I keep waiting for the spirit to move me to write something, but no dice.

The Boy had his first piano recital this week, such as it was. The homeschool group that I belong to had a "Night of the Arts", and his "enrichment day" keyboarding class played. This class is part piano keyboarding, part music theory, part poetry slam, part body slam -- from what I can tell from out in the hall, anyway. He likes it, and that counts as a club to me. Anyway, for the "Night of the Arts", anyone who wanted to perform was signed up, as well as the "enrichment day" drama and dance classes. All of them were pretty pitiful, I gotta say. The standards for talent are so low these days, that if someone wanted to sneeze on the piano during the concert, everyone would have clapped afterward while s/he bowed. It was mercifully short, however, so all is well. That, and The Boy has a spiffy new outfit.

I just signed The Girl up for Brain Gym classes. Brain Gym falls under the category of "might help; can't hurt." Either way, she gets a new pink leotard, so she's happy. (Is there a theme developing here?)

I filled out my census form. I have not filled out my taxes. (Actually, my mom does mine, and well, I just haven't gotten around to it.) I have planted my garden, but have not had the air conditioner tuned.

The weather has FINALLY turned nice. Way to go, weather. Where were you a month ago, when you were due? You'd damned well better not turn hot already 'cause I don't have my a/c tuned yet. Yeah, it's weird. The air conditioner condenses just fine, but the condensation seems to go everywhere instead of into the outlet pipe. The entire wallboard encasement is covered in water damage and (god forbid) mold. Not a good thing. So, please, hot weather, take your time!

What else... The house is filthy. I put my Sidetracked Home Executive tasks into Outlook, but haven't gotten started on it yet. I'm thinking that I'll get serious in April. I mean, I'm going to start in earnest in April. My uncle came to town last weekend, but I wouldn't invite them over for dessert. Eek. My step-Aunt would go back to Georgia and tell all of them what pigs we are down here. Oy. And you just know my perfect, homeschooling, piano-lesson-giving Georgia Belle cousin would NEVER have a house with permanent black marks on the carpet. *sigh*

I think the Slob Sisters would call this CHAOS ("Can't have anyone over syndrome"). Even if it were clean, I'm not sure my house would be presentable. We have a certain decor here that I call "early college student". The lamps don't match. The furniture doesn't match. Heck, The Husband and I have only bought one piece of furniture in our almost-20 years of marriage, and that was the bed. We're still sitting on the original couch that I bought right out of college in 1985. The recliner was bought for us when we were expecting our 10-year-olds. Heck, the mattress is from the same epoch, now that I think of it. The only reason we don't have The Husband's original couch is that mice got to it in 1987.

I have so much work to do this summer. The house is six years old now, and some rooms have not been painted since the builders set off that cream-colored paint bomb when they finished the drywall work. So, it's about time I got to it. We need to replace the carpet. We need a murphy bed for the front room, just in case someday someone comes to visit. Ever. Like they haven't in the last six years. Weird. I just hope they give me more notice than my uncle...