In the language trenches
Double delivery day here; two different vans in the driveway, and the dog working overtime to earn his pay. I get it. The people that go door to door to door have nerves of steel. No staying in the van and waiting to see if a rescue will be required. They’re out, and have the parcel AND the electronic gizmo AND the token dog biscuit in hand. Count that up. It might be that these are mutants, who are specially recruited by UPS and others.
Meanwhile, I’m trying to keep my head up, in the Duolingo trenches. Seems that I’ve joined a contest board, and the usual three exercises per day no longer meet some requirement. I can now drill through an exercise in five minutes; I’m doing a dozen a day, and it seems that my abilities have improved greatly over my first few months. Typing on a tablet is not quite as quick as a real keyboard, but I’m flipping my fadas with the best of them. I might have to consider moving to a more traditional form of study (textbook and scribbler) as I advance into summer.
I didn’t see (or hear) the news yet, but that big storm out in central ‘Merica aka the heartland will likely run out of steam (snow?) before the winds whistle by. I noted that a local golf course opens, next week, which is an added assurance that spring has arrived. Saw pics from a friend, out in his kayak, among the last of the bergy bits. I checked the ditches, and we still have some snow in the shadows, but the farmers are already getting ready to turn the fields into money.
