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Blobby! Erik! I did it! I remembered to do ’12 on 12′! It only took eleven years but I did it!
Spo-fans unfamiliar with ’12 on 12′ it is simple: twelve photos are taken throughout the day on the twelfth of the month. 12 February falls on Sunday this year, which is tidy-up and stay-at-home day.
This makes the photographs rather unexciting.
It is warm enough to open the front door and let in some air.
Sunday is laundry and iron the shirts. Oh the pain.
If I sit on the ottoman in the walk-in closet, Harper comes a-running with pleasures anticipated and eyes that ask: are we going for a walk?
Here we are on patrol. Walks fall into two categories: ‘movement’ walks and ‘stop and sniff the shrubberies’ walks. Today’s stroll was definitely in the latter camp.
Sunday is crockpot cooking day. I am making beef vindaloo. Eight hours to go!
Oh my goodness! Guests are coming this weekend and we don’t have enough booze! Here is my shopping endeavor. Details upon request.
Oh-oh. This is not good. Not good at all. The pool has turned an emerald green. Someone will drain it this week and replenish with new water.
While tidying up the backyard I was amazed to find these lovelies hanging on the neglected vines. I thought they were dead. Homegrown tomatoes in February?
The Vindaloo was OK.
Every Sunday night I pack The Most Difficult Case with the weekend’s homework papers, chart notes, and clean tea cups and things.
When in doubt, get horizontal.
I plan the workday wardrobe the night before so I don’t have to think about it at 530AM. Shall I pick one from the upper or the lower rack?
The annual winter holiday is only a week away and there is work to be done! The first task is always make a new shirt. Imagine showing up in Palm Springs with last year’s creations! Oh the scandal; there would be talk.*
I completed sewing on the buttons of this lovely, shirt #102 or something, which I christened ‘Turtle Shirt”. It was suggested to me to create a camisa using warm colours, pastels, and subtle earth-tones. Ha. Fat chance of that. I go for color, bold, loud, and cool – like my men. I think this is one of my ‘loudest’ shirts. I just hope it doesn’t cause too many headaches.
This year’s drama personae include DougT and Leon AKA the Wild One, with Larry H. and Tim C. They are all fine fellows, many of them ex-bloggers, and all well over four feet. Larry and Tim have never been to CA, so they should be dazzled by the chatoyance of Palm Springs.
Other fine fellows, also well over four feet but who are blogging still, will make cameo appearances: Ron T and his intrepid sidekick Pat, and (the dear!) Fearsome Beard will appear to provide dignity and gravitas to an otherwise party of depravity.
Throughout the week I will slowly gather items vital for a proper and successful winter holiday. The bricolage of ragtags include:
Books and Kindle
Shirts for days
Bottles of proper gin and scotch (no rubbish)
Cryptic Crossword puzzles and a sharpened pencil
Whatever my angst about preparing for the debacle, I need not worry about the wardrobe. The last time I looked I have approximately fifty Spo-shirts from which to choose. I need only bring these and a bathing suit. Come to think of it I don’t really need the bathing suit. That’s one less thing to bring and makes room for another bottle of bourbon.
*Actually there is always talk. Lots of it. A week in Palm Springs with chums is quite the chinwag.