Here’s my Twelve of Twelve (twelve representative photos of the twelfth of the month, originally the idea of this guy) for April.
The twelfth fell on a very interesting day for me this month. Three days ago, the superintendent of schools for my district emailed me to ask if I could fill in for her and teach her graduate-level course on curriculum integration and performance-based assessment—something I love to talk about. I leapt at the opportunity.
A hefty chunk of my three-hour lesson plan involved PowerPoints and a Flickr slideshow, so PSU’s state-of-the-art setup pleased me. I panicked for a moment, though, when I realized I didn’t have the dongle needed to hook up my iBook to the projector.
The flash drive in my pocket saved the day—and as an added bonus, it meant that the transitions in my PowerPoints worked better, as they were created in Windows, and the podium housed a Windows machine.
Anyhow, the class went really well.
After my professorial debut, I went on a caching foray. ChcknLdy had a nice set of four in some woods just off exit 16 in Concord. She’s got a style all her own that involves storylines about cookies and toys and other inanimate objects, as well as the willy-nilly suppression of vowels when it suits her. I have a soft spot for her flights of fancy, and find her caches fun. These are a few of the marauders from the Invasion of the Gingerbread People.
On my way home, I decided to stop in Meredith to take some photos for my WWFM cache page. This gazebo will be one of the waypoints.
If you’ve seen my previous three twelve of twelves, you’ll understand how phenomenal it is to be standing on grass and looking at open water.
This is the other major waypoint for the WWFM. I’m hoping to get the group photo on that platform.
You can see the gazebo from the previous shot just to the right of the tree. I timed the walk from point to point, and it’s about five minutes.
(I don’t know the woman with the dog. I just felt they added a little something to the composition.)
Home to the SquamDogs. This picture is mainly about the lack of snow on the luge track, and our concomitant joy.
Denny’s cone is thanks to the ordeal that I keep meaning to create a blog entry about.
See that little medallion of rubber in the center of the photo? Well Denny took it upon himself to swallow it last weekend and get it lodged in his colon.
A week has now passed since that day of worry, tears, the dismissal of a vet who didn’t call back on a Sunday, the discovery of a brand-new emergency veterinary clinic in Meredith, and the sudden disappearance of $1600. But I’ve been meaning to get a picture of the offending toy, and this seemed like a good day to do it.
The balmy weather had T2 suggesting that the three of us go on an ice cream outing. Which we did. And it was good. (I took that hasty picture with my BlackBerry.)
How often does one ride in the back seat of one’s own vehicle? Always good to get new perspectives.
We like to randomly drive around and speculate about what we see.
In fact, we randomly drove up into a new housing development above the Weirs. Every McMansion up there has a phenomenal view; none of them is selling.
It may have something to do with the fact that the neighborhood is the Coney Island of Winnipesaukee, in all its bygone, sometimes seedy, glory. On a much smaller scale.
T2′s just about to graduate from PSU with a Bachelor’s in early childhood studies.
She just got some really cool Crayola window markers. She hadn’t finished yet, but the letters in HELLO became flowers in a spring garden.
Is Denididerot not the handsomest dog ever created?
Before bed, I like to try to grind the next morning’s coffee. This photo contains several illustrations of the state of our home at the moment: a dirty old coffee maker that needs to be replaced and whose clock is wrong; unbleached filters because we’re on board with the green trend; a collection of milk bottles that need to be returned for the deposit but I’ve been too lazy; a just-finished bottle of wine; the bowl that contains many of the pet products; the selfsame bowl that contains the latest wine corks ere their transport to the big barrel in the basement. (Someday we’re going to build a boat or something.)
So, why didn’t you tell me that you resurrected this blog? Thank God for facebook news feed.
I’m glad that Denididerot’s ok. Angel’s managed to swallow (and poop out) Legos in the past. And yet she refuses to eat lettuce.
Anyhow, I think that this “12 of 12″ thing is a neat idea. I might even try it myself, if I can get myself to update my blog on a more regular basis. It doesn’t help that I’ll be wicked busy for the next month.
I need to do some serious caching when I get back (our first objective should be to clean and/our replace Duncan’s caches at Wellington). I know you’re a lone wolf, but the gang and I were discussing having a caching day with LB. It would be fun and we might actually find them all for once.
And why doesn’t your blog let me use my regular WordPress account?
Merci d’avoir commenté, mon pote,
The main reason I haven’t let people know about the bloggal rebirth is that I’m still not happy with the layout and functionality, and haven’t had time to go in and work out the kinks. But then I realized that I should probably just do a reversal of the If-I-build-it-they-will-come-thing.
Yep, 12 of 12 is a neat idea, most especially because if I post nothing else, I know that I’ll at least have one substantial monthly marker.
As for the geocaching expedition, I do indeed have that independent streak—it’s a subject of an upcoming post in fact—but I still wouldn’t rule out the possibility.
I see what you mean about the Peninsula Trail cache. Bad form!
Your final question is a very good one, and takes this response full circle. I wish I had time to figure it out. If you’re good at things WordPress, perhaps I could send you my password and you could take a look under the hood?
I’m not particularly WordPress-savvy yet, so I probably wouldn’t be able to work out the kinks. Although when I registered on your site, it did say something about being an older version of WordPress, I think. Maybe that’s it?
Fortunately, Duncan will be at home this summer (not in Worcester), and his mother in fact encouraged me to make sure he gets out of the house and doesn’t play videogames all day.
So this translates to lots of caching, hopefully.