Hello!

 AHA! FIO FOUND HER PLAYMATES AGAIN!

 

0VER and OVER and OVER AGAIN

 OMG! FIO WROTE  THREE SHORT MESSAGES ON THREE SHORT PAGES AND NONE OF THEM GOT ON THE PAGE! 

😟Could it be that I didn't push the right button?

Thanks for Continuing to Follow Fiorella

 It seems that there is an active oldster in Fio's neck of the woods, and the person who got hold of her about it was her next day neighbor in her teenage years.WHOOPEE! Maybe she' has a car and will drive Fiorella around a little and introduce her to other people she used to know....

In the meantime, Fio has been working on "WORD SEARCH, PUZZLE BOOK" as if they were gold, but she has to do SOMETHING! (Is Fio repeating herself?)

The winter weather was nice for a change, but it looks like we'll have to pull our our swim suits again in a few weeks. (Except for your girl, who doesn't even have a suit anymore.)

Fiorella will try to get more interesting information tomorrow tomorrow......like "Trump has declared war not just on Mexico and Canada, but also England and Scotland!"

 

Up, Up, and AWAY!

 WHAT HAPPENED WITH FIO's message yesterday morning?!? Your girl is starting get herself back again!

Recovering

 Fiorella is getting better, but still sleeping a lot.... accompanied with a good number of snorts and whistles so now she's retreated to her room and working on her puzzle book, the HARD ONE!  Fio is on page sixty right now, and she doubts she'll finish the whole thing.

Having been born in Ohio, your girl assumed she'd have no problem at all with the usual Texas summer, but noooo, she's shivering like everyone else .

What do you think of one of Trump's goals being to take over Canada but ignoring Mexico? 

 

ON AND OFF

Dang! Fio has been playing around with the Puzzle Book that SonB gave to her for her birthday but still not finished with it yet, but is determined to conquer the whole thing.

Your girl is still sick, but getting better day by day.

 

 

 

 

STAGES OF LIFE

 Why should I grow old and gray,

The twilight at the close of day?

The rose, full blown, that falls away,

To dew-damped grass, to there decay

Rather than the early morn

When the sun is being born--

Stay, O stay, eternal spring, And let me dance round'

And let me dance round the fairies' ring

  (1957)

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There's no safe port in a thunderstorm  

No sheltered cove my craft can gain

No mother's arms to keep me warm

 And hide me from the pelting rain

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No tranquil bay to moor the night

No overgrowth of reed and and cane

No lover's arms to hold me tight 

To keep me from the the throbbing pain

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No hope of respite from the sky

No harbor for my tiny boat

No one to heed my desperate cry

And keep my sinking bark afloat

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