Monday, March 18, 2019

From Junk Drawer to Masscre

Contratulate Fio--she got one of the junk drawers cleaned out. Most of its contents--the mousetraps, the bent tacks, the unknowns--got dumped into the garbage can, and the remainders--the scissors, ties, rolls of tape, and the like-- are neatly arranged in their own open easy-access containers. Heady with her success, Fiorella is now considering making a pound cake, which she hasn't done in ages and never thought she would do again.
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Fio is also sorting through her paperback romances--two sets of floor-to-ceiling shelves--to get rid of the ones who don't move her anymore. Her tastes have changed over the years, and she now prefers deeper, more tangled plots. Also more reality.
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Sonia Dog goes to the vet this week. She's due for a check-up, and Fiorella has just today noticed a lump on Doggie's left breast area. Hoping it's just a giant mosquito bite.
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Elder Son has gone out into the garage to try to bring some order to Husband's haven of whatever-he- didn't-want-to-throw-away so Fio has sneaked over to the TV and muted the sound. She enjoyed Star Wars, lo, these many years agao, but it doesn't move her on the rerun. Again, she's become a reality- kind of gal.
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This blog would not be complete without mentioning the horrible massacre in New Zealand. Fiorella is sick to the heart about it. Why do people want to hurt other people, especially people they don't even know? Especially people who are at a peaceful place of worship? Is it BECAUSE they are unknown? Is it BECAUSE they are at peace?

Sunday, March 17, 2019

From Insurance to Bluebonnets

Fio is still slushing through the paperwork required by insurance companies and the technicalities of getting the grave marker composed and "settled in." Then there is Chase Bank, which has gone wonky on her--sigh. All in all, the Treasury people are going to have to wait a l-o-n-g time before she gets around to them this year.
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The highlight of Fiorella's day was when she and Elder Son drove into Austin and met up with Daughter, Younger Son, and Granddaughter. Baby is two years, two months now, and a ball of energy, but she's still wary of her grandmother. Fio can only imagine that it was the same for her when she was two years old and the family viisted her father's family in Pennsylvanis, but her grandmother still loved her.
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'Tis time to winnow out Fiorella's collection of paperback romances so she's started skimming through them to see which ones still resonate. Strangely, it's mostly the older British ones.
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Has Fio told you that she's considering exchanging her PC for an Apple? First, she needs to try one out, of course. Elder Son is saying it would be an easy switch, but Fiorella has her doubts.
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Bluebonnets are popping up on the sides of the highways now, but while Fio has spotted some wanna-be patches along her north driveway, only two flowers plants have budded so far. Will keep you in the loop.





Saturday, March 16, 2019

Leaping Through Fiorella's Frazzled Mind

Fiorella is a strange, awful, wonderful person, and you can't expect more from her than that.
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Has she told you about her plans for not only straightening out the fence around the  backyard, but for finishing-off the fencing of the northeast corner of the property? Transom, anyone?
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Fiorella, who's still treading the earth because of the miracles of modern medical devices, hauled out her new pacemaker monitor, spent about an hour wading through about twenty pages of information, explanation, and instruction, then concentrated on the picture diagrams to hook the thing up and record her heartbeats, which were immediately transmitted to the mother ship in Austin. Sje was quite satisfied with herself until she went downstairs and looked at her calendar. The check-up was scheduled for April, not March. Oops.
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When (and if) she dies, Fio doesn't want her family burdened by her personal stuff so she hereby announces that they are free to sling it far and wide. Yep--Fio, who likes herself, wants her DNA to be spread across the world.
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WHY DO PEOPLE KILL EACH OTHER BECAUSE OF DIFFERING RELIGIOUS BELIEFS? The Catholics and the Protestants, the Christians and the Muslims, the Hindus and the Bhuddists, ad inifinitum? In fact, why do people kill each other at all?

Friday, March 15, 2019

Confessions and Considerations

Beauty alert! Fiorella checked into her on-and-off med-spa to get her forehead wrinkles botoxed, and this may be the last time. Fio has a limit, not to only to her her beauty aspersions, but to her bank account.
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Okay, she admits it--on the way home, she dropped in at Walgreens for a Russell Stover chocolate bunny and ate it on the way home, pretty well guaranteeing that this will be a GERD night.
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Fiorella waited till Son had left the premises before trying out the new printer, and IT WORKS. She ran off seven pages of instructions from her long-suffering accountant, and  then, gathering her courage, tossed almost 300 pages of a writer friend's new manuscript into the printer's gaping maw to check it out.
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Across-the-street widow Charlene, whose husband died at Thanksgiving, paid Fiorella a visit today, and, of course, Fio couldn't stop talking. Hoping she didn't scare Neighbor away. 
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Com to think of it, a fair number of the people who live in this area are over the sell-by mark. There may be a landslide in the offing--at least for the men.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       

Thursday, March 14, 2019

Turnabout

Talk about an overused reference--if Fiorella hears one more thing or person being called iconic or legendary, she will s-c-r-e-a-m.
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Your faithful reporter has shed her Gretal persona and has rejoined the chain gang. Yes, she's piling rocks in her little red wagon and hauling it up to the hill to shore up the driveway again.
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WOW! Fio thought the funeral home money-grab was over--after all, payng for the grave marker was all that remained, and that shouldn't cost much, right? WRONGO! Try 4K on for size! Son saved the day by finding a less expensive marker on line, but Fio's still going to be paying through the nose.
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Should Fiorella shell out whatever she has left in the tatters of her bank account to buy a new computer? Does she dare consider a Mac? Friends have told her the switchover from a PC is difficult and, as you know, Fio is not a technological wunderkind. Hmmm....maybe she could get hold of a Mac on a trial basis.
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Don't tell anyone, but Fio has an appointment to get her forehead botoxed. Yes, she knows it's a stupid thing for someone who's worried about money to do, but she's tired of su frente looking like a washboard.
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Wednesday, March 13, 2019

What Day Is It?

Oops, Fiorella messed up again, and the post you'll read tomorrow will be the one she wrote for today so now she'll tell you about today. 

Fio started the day without her morning newspaper, which irritated her immensely because it's hard for her to function without her comic strips and anagrams. Not only that, but Facebook acted like she was a foreign invader and wouldn't let her post any of her trademark scintillating comments.
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But she couldn't let the rejection get to her because Wednesday is Drive-to-Austin Day and Fio had scheduled three meet-ups, the first at 10:00 at Starbucks with friend Evelyn, the second at 11:30 at Dan's North with brother and Friend Paula, the third at 1:30 with friend Joan at Dan's South. Unfortunately, what she hadn't scheduled was the on-and-off rain, a parade of HUGE trucks monopolyzing the highway, and two automobile wrecks, all of which made her fifteen minutes late for Starbucks. Luckily, friend Evelyn forgave her.
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Although Fio may have seemed a little wild-eyed by then, her rondevous with Bill and Paula, then Joan, came off well, but the drive home was rampant with daredevil drivers. Also, someone had wonked Fio's passenger-side side mirror, and she didn't realize it until she was on the highway.
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Coming back to the house, Son taught Fio how to use her new double-duty printer. He also tried to help her get back on Facebook, but it was a no-go--even though she's never posted anything negative about Zuckerberg...yet.
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Hey, hey! She  just tried the stupid FB again and was able to post!



Tuesday, March 12, 2019

What Happens After the Burial?

It's been more than two months since Husband died, and he's still receiving solicitations from life insurance companies. Fio, of course, has the urge to fill all those forms out, send off the first payment, then report Husband's death--the extra cash sure would help out around Casa Fiorella. The probate lawyer is costing $3000, and Fio is not looking forward to the bill for the grave marker. To make things worse, Social Security has swiped a chunk out of the joint bank account, which doesn't seem fair because even thtough Husband is no longer sitting at the table, the electric, water, and heating bills still have to be taken care of, the dog has to be fed, the garbage picked up, and the mortgage paid.
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Your Fio is running around like a chicken with her head cut off. She has a long list, and it's being added to every day. She's learned just now that she can't drive the old printers up to the side of the road and unload them for some enterprising techie to take home and fiddle with, but instead, has to drive them over to Best Buy (not her favorite store) for recycling.
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Older Son has been a real help, but he knows too much--like that the riding mower needs to have new tires before being put up for sale. Fio would have innocently pawned it off on someone as dumb as she is.
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On the plus side, you will be glad to hear that Fio, without mishap, ran the dishwasher herself this afternoon. On the negative side, she still doesn't know how to use the new double-decker printer or Husband's old Tablet and, even though Son has  been coaching her on expanding her email skills, she's still shaky. The double negative is that there's still the three-car garage to clean up.
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Fiorella has seen a lot of movies in which people die, but she doesn't remember any of the survivors having to deal with this overwheming an aftermath.