Two weeks until school starts. Camp is done, and the town swim club smells like old cheese sticks. I think we would all pack up for another driving adventure in a second, but this lazy stuff at home is getting boring. If we can't travel, then we might as well return to school and work. 

When the kids are home, I feel like I have to set a good example and not plop in front of the computer for hours. So, I have been tackling long ignored home projects. I deep cleaned the kitchen yesterday. I think it was the first time that the window over the sink has been cleaned in at least a decade. As I was wiping it down, I discovered a button that sucks up the screen into a secret compartment. It rolled up in noisy clatter leaving a cloud of dust. 

I have half a dozen long term writing projects that I want to work on, but they can wait until September. There are two of three ideas that would make a good story, but only if I act on them right away. I have to let them float away, because there's just no time. Ah, well. 

Jonah is happily romping around a soccer field this morning. Ian is sitting in a pile of Lego patiently waiting until noon, when he will be allowed to play with video games. He finished Portal 2 last week, so he will continue with his Minecraft projects. I should work on reading with him. I should. 

We're not sure what we'll do this afternoon. City museum? Town pool? I wish the kids could just run over to a neighbor's house and they could amuse each other, but things don't work like that anymore. I have to be Julie, Cruise Director. (Ah, some people were just shot around the Empire State building. Driving in mid-town will be a nightmare.)

Ian's disabilities add an extra layer of difficulty to Camp Home. He pretty much only wants to play video games, if we're home. If go somewhere else, then we can go bike riding or swimming or whatever, but if we're here, it's very hard to pull him away from the computer screen. He also can't be entirely trusted like other ten year olds, because when he's daydreaming, he tends to wander off. Because he goes to school in a far off town, he doesn't have any local friends. Relatively, these blips are pretty minor, but I have to be more involved than other parents. 

So, Camp Home will go on for another two weeks. Wish me luck.