Spring Cleaning

     I'm up early this morning.  I went to bed early on a Friday night.  That only happens once in a blue moon, and it was glowing bright last night.  I felt so rested that I thought I'd get up and write a little.  I guess it's best to get it done now since we have a busy day ahead.  We're cleaning the garage and getting some other Spring cleaning done.
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     Last night, Lon and I sat outside in the garage and just chilled.  We talked about our day while listening to some music and enjoying the cool breeze.  It was a beautiful night to be outside.  Some of our neighbors were also outside.  Kingston was able to slip in a few more minutes of playtime with some of his friends.  Couldn't get Austin to step one foot out the door. 
     There was a community teen dance that her friends wanted her to attend.  She declined.  No, she outright refused and threw a fit when I told her to get dressed and go.  After I got her to get up and shower, I didn't feel right making her go.  The last time she went, there were three fights.  Remembering that, I told her she didn't have to go.  She was relieved.
     So why was I making her go in the first place, you ask?  It's because if Austin has any of my traits, it's the anti-social one.  She has plenty of friends, but she would rather sit in the house and watch TV or work on her drawing in her PJ's.  It's funny when her friends come to me - not to ask me if Austin can go somewhere with them, but to ask me to force her to go.
     I asked her why she didn't want to go to the dance.  Besides answering with a flat-out, "because I don't want to,"  she blurted out a list of reasons.  Number one on the list was the fact that she can't dance.  All I could do was shake my head.  Right then and there I knew I had cursed this child.  Every black child should know how to bust a move. Unfortunately, it's another "Annette" trait that transferred right to her.  But that's OK.  She has so many other good qualities, so I don't feel so bad.
      Anyway, I didn't mean to get off topic.  Today, we are cleaning the garage, and later we're going to the beach.  Lon wants to take pictures of the moon.  There's supposedly something special about it tonight.  Maybe that explains my early-to-bed-early-to-rise mood. And the fact that we're cleaning the garage.  To get Lon to agree on cleaning it the first time I ask is definitely a miracle. Perhaps the full moon sprinkled its mystical dust last night. ~