So much for every week, huh?

So I'm starting this post thinger on Wednesday ... who knows when it'll actually be finished.

So. Bet y'all want to know about my foot.

Well, two weeks ago on a Thursday (the most Dreaded Day of ... sport) we were running laps. I guess I didn't stretch enough or something because my the end of the Three Laps of Death, my ankles hurt like a biatch and I could hardly walk.

Don't worry. It got better after a few days, and by (I believe) Sunday night, I could stand and nearly walk normally.

Unfortunately, Sunday night brought more harm to me in the form of ... bees.

That's right, folks, bees. As in the little yellow-and-black things with stingers that make honey.

"Why?" you are undoubtedly wondering, "Why is Leah around bees?"

Oh. Haven't you heard (actually I don't remember if I said this last time, so I really don't know whether you've heard): the Petiot family keeps bees. It's a hobby of sorts, I suppose. For the past few weeks there was even some honeycomb sitting on the counter and every now and again someone would take a spoonful and just ... eat it. I seriously considered it, but when I saw bees on it ... I chickened out.

So. I was minding my own business, peeling potatoes for dinner (yumm ...) and there were bees flying in and out of the kitchen; the wondows and doors were opened and they don't have screens here, it appears. It so happens, actually, that bees terrify me out of my wits as do any other sort of bugs. So there I was, innocently, possibly even whistling an uplifting tune like "Put on a Happy Face" or "Tomorrow," when a bee--that's right, folks, a bee--dive bombed me and buzzed in my face and it was

terrifying.

Trying to be brave (grey skies are gonna clear up, put on a happy face), I brandished my potato peeler at it with an air of impatience, clearly telling this bee I had no time for its silly antics and attepts to terrify me (brush off the clouds and cheer up, put on a happy face ...)

Nothing doing. Apparenly, this was a Leah-eater ... and it was hungry.

Abandoning my pretense of mere irritation, I bolted from the kitchen table towards the living room, shuffling my socked feet, as the ankles were still a bit sore, you know.

Then I met a new nemesis: soft wood floor.

Suddenly, I was lying on my back, staring at the high ceiling (it has windows, I observed) as Douglas calmly shooed the bees outside and asked if I was okay.

"Feeling extremely graceful," I replied. I rose to my feet and tried to walk back to my potatoes. But the damage was done.

Luckily, when I tiptoed it hurt less, so my high-heeled shoes did me very good. Hah.

Until Tuesday morning.

Tuesday morning I had to get to school on my own because it started at 11 and by that time, my only available mode of transpotation was the dreaded RER (dreaded because it keeps telling me my tickets are invalid ... long story, hard to explain, and not entirely interesting). It was raining that morning, but that's okay. I don't mind rain.

The streets here slope. I like that, personally, I think it adds character to the town.

But my foot had things in mind besides character. As I was walking past the fruit market (don't picture Produce Palace ... it's more of an open-air kind of thing, but on a small scale) my left ankle just folded underneath me and I slapped the pavement hard, falling to the ground.

Made it to school fine, and quite frankly didn't notice the repercussions until I took off my boots later.

My sentence: Thursday, my snkle was dubbed too swollen for walking and I remained home from school. A doctor came and made a house call and decided in all his wiseness that I would benefit from three days of rest.

Apparently, this has a happy ending.

No! I mean ... umm ... I was sad to miss long-long-long French school, especially because that Friday I had nine-and-a-half hours, and I was even mire agrieved to hear that there was no work for me to make up.

Sad, I know.

I have more to say, but Victoria is cleaning and I am in her way (yes, I offered to help!). So I'll leave you with this for now, and fill you in on any other adventures later.

Love always,
Leah
who is awesome
and in France
which you aren't
hah