When I emerged from the gene pool, there obviously were a couple missing.
I didn't get the cleaning gene.
Or the organization gene.
Or the overly observant gene.
What I DID get, though, is the procrastination gene, which is the only explanation for what is happening on my kitchen wall.
You see, every year, my parents give us all the same gift: a calendar bought through the local art museum gift shop.
I -- and my parents and each of my siblings -- have a lucite frame to hold the calendar, which is a series of posters -- one for each month.
The idea is that each month, you take out the old poster and -- voila -- there is the new one, with its new, fresh, previously unviewed seasonally appropriate image, to decorate the wall.
I have seen the calendars in my everyone else's homes. They are appropriately timely.
Here is ours:
Can you see it?
Yes, it IS from last May. Why do you ask?
And yes, that IS this year's calendar on the shelf.