Happy New Year! And happy first twelfth of the month, the day of which I try to capture twelve representative photos. Credit for the idea goes to a guy named Chad.
Given my inconsistency in so many areas of my life, I must say I’ve flabbergasted myself to have successfully twelve-of-twelved twenty-four times in a row. I’ll never be a full-fledged blogger, but I’m loving the monthly ritual.
This month’s has no theme, no song, no rhyme. But it’s done. (Oh, and I’m still not a WordPress geek, so I still haven’t fixed the comments thing. If anyone knows what’s wrong with them, feel free to help me.)
Yes, I know: the Christmas tree’s still up. But it does create a great silhouette of Denny wondering why in God’s name I’m leaving at 5:45 am.
This is why—and I’ve been back at it since New Year’s. (I took a side view of myself, too, considering a before and after. But I’m too embarrassed to post it.)
It’s the week before midyear exams, so I had my French II class reviewing vocab with the same musicalchairsy Levez-vous si vous avez game that was featured in my 12 of 12 from last May.
My daily dissemination of the school announcements. The little people are representations of the cast of Ralph Roister Doister, the one-act I’m directing. I was using them to figure out the blocking of the “battle” scene.
Here I had just brought the “well” (formerly part of the fountain from our 2000 production of Much Ado) up to the art room, so that my co-director (the art teacher) could paint it in the same motif that she’d painted that wall.
My French IV students are well acquainted with 12 of 12 (they’re the ones who were Levez-vousing last May), so they were all about taking my picture this time around. (We were working on imparfait vs. passé composé as well as the adverbial pronoun en.)
Here’s an interesting repeat performance: Joe Dimartino, the nationally recognized proponent of high school redesign that I saw in Concord in November, was at Newfound to help train us as we launch our advisory program.
The daily SquamDog silhouettes greeted my arrival home. (Those tree lights look better than they look here, though I’m going to wrap it better for next Christmas.)
P’s hair looked especially beautiful as she cooked yet another especially delicious meal…
…namely chicken chili. The prosecco complemented it nicely.
This Farmville thing’s getting out of control—but it really is fun. It’s free fuel week, so I had a lot planted. Last week my farm was a map of Paris. The Eiffel Tower’s all that’s left. (It’s made out of chickens.)
I’m trying to make a point of disconnecting from my gadgets at bedtime, and it’s proven to be a good thing.
Voilà. That’s all there is to it. Try it, you’ll like it. Twelve of twelve with us next month!