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"This walk is a blog post!" Mike exclaimed, as the terrain changed again.
And I was sad, for although Mike is the very definition (as literal or as figurative as you wish) of supportive, his encouragment comes in ways that are not my own. Me, I will think about what a person could do and press the idea on them. "Hey," will...

Je ne veut pas terminer mon arbre française à Duolingo. (Si rien d'autre, c'est parce que je ne peux pas écrire ces mots avec confiance.)
Mais, je peux lire ce livre qui est très charmant: Quelle Porcherie
Regardez, la fin! Seulement une chose reste:

It's 5:45 p.m., and here's a photo of my first home-grown daffodil, just in case I don't manage to post anything else today. Can't go an entire month and change without a post, can we? I'll scrape something up!
In fact, I'll leave this window open, and whenever I walk past the computer (up on the countertop so I don't have to sit, which begins to explain why posts are infrequent again these days) tonight, I'll try to add the odd tidbit about life at the moment...

A post that doesn't center around my back (or my ear, for pity's sake, not the ear)? That's tricky, when all conversations seem to lead to "because of my back/ear" or "until my back/ear" or "since my back/ear"...
(My back is better but not trustworthy in new and not interesting ways. My ear is better but taking the slow path, which of course I feel I deserve because I'm the child who can't get it together to keep objects out of her ear-hole.)...