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June 19th, 2009

Keeping up Appearances

I have accepted the fact that I need deadlines for motivation to keep up with the mundane tasks of life.

We've made a point of entertaining a lot this season, and my house is keeping fairly clean for that reason only.

If I know people are coming over, I will actually do laundry to get it off the floor.

If I know people are coming over, the slipcovers get washed, the toilets scrubbed, the furniture dusted--and I'll even take a swipe at the baseboards.

The car? I cleaned the car in anticipation of taking it in for service. I shoveled it out, vacuumed, and washed it before taking it in. Sound silly? You haven't seen our car. I mean, you HAVEN'T SEEN OUR CAR.

We're having a garage sale next weekend. You can bet I'll put effort into the parking pad, which now holds a ton of yard debris, bricks, pruned branches, and scrap building materials. Not nicely stacked or arranged at all. It's a mess. It's truly awful. Next weekend it'll be spiffy because we'll have strangers wandering around back there.

Today the A/C man is supposed to visit our basement but the task of bringing order to that space is overwhelming. I might put him off till Monday and suffer the heat until then. Really. The basement has been neglected for a couple years, except for the addition of a dehumidifier and a few abandoned attempts to bring order. We've had flooding, rodents, and mold down there. I avoid it.

I put things off and live with a cruddy house until someone else has to see it. Even an air conditioner guy gets a better "basement experience" than we afford ourselves.

Any one else like me?

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Atonement by Ian McEwan

The Impossible Will Take a Little While, edited by Paul Rogat Loeb

Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire by J.K.Rowling (reading to my children)

Misquoting Jesus by Bart D. Ehrman

Understanding the Bible by John A. Buehrens

The Jefferson Bible: The Life and Morals of Jesus of Nazareth by Thomas Jefferson