12 of 12, January 2020 (and Moods of the Mountain #116)

So, a new year begins and the 12 of 12 tradition continues. Just as well I didn’t make a new year resolution about upping the quality and interest value of this weird little habit, because today was a very mixed day and most of the time I forgot it was the 12th and so forgot to take photos.

I played the piano on two separate occasions at Church. This is not actually a photo of either of the pianos.

I had a very miscellaneous afternoon, (i) trying to track down an image of a Tasmanian branch Scout badge (I cropped one off a photo containing the obverse side of the Chief Commissioner at Regatta earlier in the year)

(ii) having a game of “7 Little Words” (where 7 words have been broken up into a total of 20 pieces and you have to reassemble the words using the clues (except that I play my own version where I try to ignore the clues entirely and just look at the matrix of word blocks and see if I can identify the words on that basis alone (for example, I could see the word “trench” in the letter blocks … although this turned out not be one of the answers … unlike “quadruplets”));

(iii) admiring Imogen’s six fish (a Christmas present pet compromise, given that a dog—nice though it might be to have one—would also make life rather more complicated);

(iv) uploading 13 for sale ads to Facebook and Gumtree so that we can try to sell a few things that didn’t sell at yesterday’s garage sale *;

(v) giving Imogen and then Joshua their first driving lessons in a manual car (Joshua had the benefit of being taught second while Imogen suffered my not-so-good first-draft explanations; both of them were, unsurprisingly, a bit “skippy” and we didn’t get out of first gear this time … but we’ll get there);

and (v) admiring the last light over the mountain.

My new year resolution to keep my journal up to date has already fallen by the wayside. I had planned to catch up today/tonight but haven’t yet.

I had cooked a batch of stroganoff for dinner, but you know that thing where certain people don’t serve themselves the last little bit but the last little bit that they leave isn’t quite big enough for a full serve? Well, that happened … and so I scooped up the remnants and put them in the freezer with all the other previous remnants. I think it is time for me to stop cooking for a while and live off all the remnants in the freezer.

I need to start this year’s organisation notebook, before all the things that are on the “to do list” in my very absent-minded head fall out entirely.

We’d stayed overnight at Lisa’s place before the garage sale, and I didn’t put away my sleeping mat and pillow before we left. That job is now done (pity it didn’t make it on to the paper “to do list” so I could have the satisfaction of crossing it off!). I do like how small they pack up.

* Here is today’s maths problem. I had included the dimensions of one of the objects we are selling online. It is 188cm x 60cm x 53cm. Someone enquired about it, and I explained that the object was very large and gave her the dimensions, so she could determine if she would be able to pick it up. Her response: “I have a van. Length is 180 width 130 height is 80 so it will fit.”

Will it?

[This is  “12 of 12” post number 125; I’ve been doing this since 2009. “12 of 12” brings you 12 photos taken on the 12th of each month. Some days this might be interesting or photographically satisfying … and some days it won’t be.]