It is at last the weekend, but I’ve got a ton of stuff that I need to get done, so I don’t think it’s going to be all that much fun.

But then I’ll be happy if I can settle for productive.

I have tons of stuff to do for the chorus, things having to do with choreography, makeup and getting ready for retreat next weekend. I also have to pick my classes for the International Education Seminar in July. Four of us are going to South Carolina for a few days to sing and dance and take classes about how to do it better.

The last chorus thing I want to do is make pins for everyone to give them next weekend. I have a design in mind, and tracked down the things I need – like polymer clay and a cookie cutter in the shape of a music note, but I haven’t gone any farther than that.

I also have to get things done around the apartment, seeing it still looks like a tornado ran through it. I spend the morning running errands and doing grocery store type stuff. The grocery store on a Saturday is a dumb place to have to go. It’s always packed.

I did have the chance to get a few loads of laundry done. It was Matilda’s birthday party at my mother’s tonight, so I spent time running up and down the stairs to the basement to get as many loads done as I could.

It was a Chinese food festival for Matilda - her choice. Let me tell you, when the queen-in-training turns ten, all the subjects must do her bidding.

She was thrilled with the entire evening – except for the fact that her father was at home, sick with bronchitis. She got the sorts of things that every ten-year-old wants, videos of the Olson twins and Cinderella, a doll and doll stuff, and an N’SYNC CD.

Very eclectic, our Matilda.

Keith was a lot of fun again. We were commiserating about how much we hated to go to school, especially when other people just took a week off to go on vacation, giving no thought to school at all.

I told him that only once had I actually taken days off to go on a vacation, and that was when the chorus went to San Antonio to compete at International.

He looked at me in glee, and shouted, "Thank GOD!! I’m normal after all!"

I laughed and laughed.

I love that kid.

I finally got home at about 8, and had to hang up all the laundry to dry – that didn’t go into the dryer, and put sheets back on the bed, and fold the rest of the stuff.

I hate those dumb kinds of chores.

So now it’s time to sit and try to get some of this chorus stuff organized and out of the way.

I think I’ll multi-task. I’ll start with the clay and while the pieces are baking I’ll try to get some of the typing stuff done.

And I WILL go to bed at a reasonable hour, so I can try to finish my book.