Tuesday, June 3

help wanted: your new summer job

Every summer, I set a few goals to accomplish before school starts again. And every summer, my success rate hovers right around zero.

Betting on my usual combination of lists and self-debasement hasn't worked so well during the hot season in Florida, which I affectionately refer to as THE SUFFOCATING FIRES OF HELL ON A GIANT MOLD SPORE. So this year, I'm going shift my pile of chips over to public humiliation, printing my goals right here on the blog. That way my dear readers can help motivate me and track my progress.

(Silly you, thinking you were merely coming here for brief daily entertainment and a bit of mild pastor's-family voyeurism. THOU SHALT NOT GET OFF SO EASILY.)

Still, I'm not sure I can trust you, seeing as how I don't really know who most of you are, you shadow lurkers who never comment. So I am also going to hedge my bets by paring down my goals to just three:

1) I am going to clean out every closet, cabinet and cranny of this house. By August 17th, I don't want one thing here that doesn't belong here. That's a biggie, because there's enough extra stuff here to start our own Third World Country. Like Adkinsonia. Or maybe Adkinistan.

2) I am going to keep up with the kids' education a bit. Nothing formal or fancy or even creative, but the flash cards will come out from time to time, and we're going to work on handwriting, although with the way the boys' penmanship is going, they're bound to get a full ride to med school any day now. Their ability to communicate with humans other than pharmacists, however, is in grave doubt.

3) I am going to have fun. I've realized lately that it doesn't just fall in your lap. Sometimes, you have to fight for it.

That's it. Simple, right?

I'll let you know come August.
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