Friday, September 30, 2016

Helpers

Fiorella loves people who help her, like the man at HEB who got the leche down from the top shelf in the dairy case for her yesterday and the checker who taught her the Spanish word for "bag"--bolsa. Like Patrick at Click Computer Repair, who unfroze her computadora and put an icon on its desktop so Fio could do the job herself in the future. Like our Chase Bank person who listened to Fio babble on about Husband's hospital stays and comforted her.

God is good. People are good. All will be well.

Thursday, September 29, 2016

STOP!

Fiorella does not like change.  She hasn't caught up with yesterday yet.

Wednesday, September 28, 2016

Family, Friends, and Neighbors

Fiorella is very fortunate to have a family that gathers around in times of trouble: Daughter, Austin son, Minnesota son, nephews. She is also blessed with good friends. T Carando has been especially helpful. And she can't leave out her neighbors, Kathy and Mike.

Thank you, one and all.


Tuesday, September 27, 2016

Clinton Debate

No, Fio didn't watch the debate. She dropped out of debating in the eleventh grade because she suddenly realized she didn't like arguing.. Back to the present, people know who they're going to vote for by now so Fio just wants to mark her ballot and get it over with.

Okay, she'll admit she read the reviews of the debate, especially the funny ones, but that was it.

Monday, September 26, 2016

Bingeing on Fio

Fiorella has been interested to learn that many of you are binge readers, waiting for Fio's words of wit and wisdom to pile up for a while before partaking. Actually, you're giving her a break, because she likes to go back a day or so after she's posted and improve on her message.  Yes, Fio is a writer, which is the same as saying that she is a serial reviser.

Sunday, September 25, 2016

Mosquitoes Take Warning!

As Fio emptied a small glass vase crammed with dying carnations, four black mosquitoes leaped up out of their natal cradle. She clamped her palm across the top of the vase, rushed to the door and tossed the water and its occupants into the unforgiving night. But one mosquito had escaped before she knew what was going on and is, no doubt, circling your faithful correspondent to zoom in for its vampiric feast.

Watch out, babe.  Fio's slap is quicker than the eye.

Saturday, September 24, 2016

Yellow Tablet

Fiorella now has a glimmer of how veterans feel when they return from a war zone. Her mind is running a horror show of her past ten days, and she has a hard time defining "normal" any more. She keeps make stabs at it, trying to get into past routines, but it's hard when, in addition to everything else, her notepad, her yellow writing tablet that has all her important notes and reminders crammed in the back of it, turns up missing. It's like Virgil deserted her in his tour of hell.