Sunday, September 22, 2019

Quickies Plus

I've places to go and promises to keep
So thank you, God, for a good night's sleep
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Fio is small, but her voice is strong
Which you'll find out if you do her wrong
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 Strong or not, there's nothing Fiorella can do about one of Husband's investments that she laid claim to several months ago.  She filled out the benefit form as directed, but it was rejected three times. This last time, Fio got on the phone and made the investment employee walk her through every complicated page, then signed the document and took it to the bank the next day to be notarized. Unfortunately, when the notary signed it and dated it, his date did not agree with Fio's, which is a no-no. Thank goodness that in the next round Fio has only has one page to correct. (Do you think she should sue for postage?)
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Fiorella, who is on an extensive pill regimen, thinks it's hilarious that she reminds herself of which one to swallow when with such rhymes as  as "Wait till eight, but don't be late."
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Yours truly promised a sick friend that she would march in a local political parade, but Friend didn't tell her she'd have to stand out in the sun for an hour first for a pep rally. Needless to say, Fio left before the march began--but not without passing out ten of her Dump Trump buttons.
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Saturday, September 21, 2019

From Thrill to Pill

Fiorella, the woman of many moods, is thrilled right now. She just got back from a trip to Walgreen's for her yearly flu shot, and two women who were waiting in line--actually we were all in chairs along the wall--noticed her DUMP TRUMP button and gave her a thumbs up. Fio immediately flourished her plastic bags full buttons, and they each took a button and seemed very excited about them. The tide is turning.
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Speaking of politics, Fio has committed to walking in the Georgetown march at noon today, but her attendance depends on when her maid shows up at the house. Raquel is perfectly capable of handling everything herself, but Fiorella doesn't want to miss the chance of enlisting her to haul several ten-foot-long slats to the house in the back of her pick-up. Yep, Fio needs them to to edge the new pathway. There will probably be some fencing that needs transport too.
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The down spot of Fio's day was when she answered a phone call from the in-between-company that Austin Heartless hired because they thought that mechanizing and technologizing would increase its profit. The recorded voice asked questions that Fiorella answered appropriately until the voice asked when she was going to have her next finger prick, and Fio said not till next month. Your faithful correspondent was immediately forwarded to a human being with a very nice telephone voice who questioned her further and didn't like her answers, especially when she said she has a friend who punctures her finger for her instead of doing it herself.
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The IRS thing seems to be drawing to a close, but how many times have you heard Fiorella say that?
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Fio's stomach is giving her problemas denuevo. She's hoping it's because of her distress about the taxes and that by October 15, the late-return deadline, she'll be able to gorge herself on Russell Stover's chocolate-covered marshmallow Halloween treats with no aftereffects.
      Or that there will be a morning-after pill available.

Friday, September 20, 2019

From Oops to Hopes

How did Fiorella get printed as fellatio on Fio's blog yesterday? Was it the weather? Mischievious gremlins? Did Sonia Dog accidentally step on some hokey keys before Mommy packed up the computer for the night? Whatever, it was good for a laugh--and thanks to friend Marion for alerting Fio via Daughter.
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All in all, Fio's day went well today. It's amazing how much energy one has after a full night's sleep. First off, your faithful correspondent went outside to look at the flagstone walkway forming along the side of the house and, amazed to realize it was almost finished, decided to stay out and complete the job. Next, after taking a picture of her accomplishment, she had a one-hour chat with friend Suzy in England. A walkway and a talkway--can't get much more reviving than that combination!😁
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But Fiorella had more to do today than finish the pathway. She also needed to get the trash out, pack the trunk of the Mercedes with cardboard and paper for recycling, drop by Husband's doctor's office (for the second time) for a list of Husband's referrals to specialists, etc., and mail some letters at the post office. Sonia Dog was in the back seat, of course, because it was Dairy Queen day, and she does love her Puppy Cup. Mommy always gets a dipped cone (chocolate) so Sonia doesn't have to eat alone--that's Mamacita's excuse and she's sticking to it. 😁
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A blanket of blue-gray was creeping across the sky as Fio turned toward home, and as she approached the turn into her neighborhood, there was a rumble overhead and about a dozen miniscule raindrops fell on her windshield. Fiorella's first urge was to roll down her window, stick her head out, and yell "rain, rain!"
       But then it stopped. 😒

It's eventide now and Fiorella is making su lista para manana, which, surprisingly, doesn't look as intimidating as su listas usually do. Maybe there will even be some time left over for her to work in a little language study or get some writing done. Hoping, hoping....

Thursday, September 19, 2019

Almost, Almost

FIORELLA has almost finished off the flagstone path across the side of the house, with no calamities so far. She plans to finish it off today before her yard man comes over this weekend and catches her hauling heavy rocks around.  Let's hope he won't realize she's reassembled the flagstones to her own liking.
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She's also almost finished with the taxes, which she meant to work on yesterday, but didn't. She also didn't finish up those DUMP TRUMP buttons she is manufacturing on the kitchen table. (They're destined for the local Democratic Committee or whoever wants one. )
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Also, Fio's writing is on hold, although she's come up with another good story line.
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Also, Fiorella didn't get to AT&T yesterday like she had planned, but it's on the top of her list for today. She's also going to drop by Walker Plumbing because the toilets are still taking to long to stop flushing. Maybe she can make a video of the situation.
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 Use your time well, Fiorella. Every minutes that passes is one less minute you have to live.
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Wednesday, September 18, 2019

Day in Review

It's six o'clock and all's not well--
My plans for the day are shot to hell

Yep, Fio's lost the bright blue folder that contained all her voter registration material.
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Fiorella likes to stay busy, as she has often said, but she'd rather be doing what she wants to do rather than what she has to do. Hope is rising, though--she's nearly finished with the 2018 taxes now except for the final accounting and paying the (gulp) bill.
       She also has to pay for the new plumbing system and expects to rack up a whopping big charge when her land-line phones are repaired or replaced:
      Telephones, taxes, toilets
       I'm besieged at every turn
      So is it any wonder that
       I burn, I burn, I burn?
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Happy days are here again! Fiorella finished off the income taxes this afternoon--well, except for the medical stuff she forgot about, which she'll do tomorrow. At any rate, everything should be in by October 15.
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Did Fio tell you that the next thing she's planning to tackle is her in-and-out land-lines? She's got AT&T's local address and is planning to beard them in their den tomorrow.  It really would be nice to have a phone conversation that isn't cut off in mid-sentence.
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More and more, Fiorella is thinking of stories she'd like to write and get out there Having a fair number of friends and followers on Facebook should help her, and she'll consult other writer friends for more marketing ideas. It's odd, but Fiorella, who's not shy in other situations, has a hard time tooting her own own horn. She just wasn't brought up that way.

Tuesday, September 17, 2019

From Flagstones to the Future

Your Fiorella has been having a great time rearranging the flagstones that friend Frenando y su sobrino laid out rather haphazardly, which is what you would expect from two guys who had been handed the job with no instructions except where the pathway should start and end.  Fio studied the design from inside the house for a couple of days, then went outside and started relaying the stones in a loose jig-saw style. She's quite pleased so far, although she may have to lug home a few more flagstones to satisfy her artistic sensibilities.
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Last year a pipe broke in the ceiling, and now there's a problem with the water pressure thing that's maing the toilets sing and dance. In addition, Fiorella's land-line phones don't seem to be accepting any calls unless they're from telemarketers. GRRRRRRRRRR!
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Don't hold your breath, but Fio is getting closer to the finish line regarding her 2018 taxes. The cloth on top of the dining room table is three quarters visible again, which means that Fiorella may soon be free to investigate what she can of the Rusyn language, put together her maternal genealogy,  compose a few more acrostics, and finish off Lolly's story, which has been in waiting for about five years.
       Unfortunately, it's more likely she'll be spending all her time organizing the remains of her life  and fixing up the house for sale inside and out.
       On the other hand, Fiorella did not eat a single piece of chocolate today--WAHOO!
     

Monday, September 16, 2019

From Complaint to Analysis

Fiorella wrote two charming paragraphs for your education and enjoyment, and then, when she was starting on the third, accidentally deleted her every golden word. She will try to reconstruct them, but with fear in her heart--HOW THE HELL DID THE DAMN MACHINE DELETE ITSELF?
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Otherwise, Fio's life seems to be evening out denuevo, aside from an occasional mad dash to the post office, kahneshnuh. She's been spending about an hour a day outside rearranging the flagstones in the walkway that su amigo Fernando y su sobrino built for her on the side of the la casa. Las piedras are heavy, but she totters the ones she can't lift --the same way those statues were moved down the road on Easter Island.
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As you may have noticed, Fiorella's brain seems to be recovering from the shock wave that accompanied Husband's death. She's even playing with languages denuevo, amusing herself by stringing together several of them into what are (to her) hilarious sentences, like Guten Morgen, mio amigo or Gde est meine computadora.
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That paternal family reunion that Fiorella attended has reawakened her interest in the genealogy of her mother's side of the family. She has an old photo of the a gathering of the clan and knows her last remaining first cousin on that side of the family has gathered some material so she's wondering if one of her second cousins, to whom she sends Christmas card but really doesn't know, would be willing to cooperate on the venture. Will keep you posted.
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Looking back on last year when she and Former Friend were semi-friends, Fiorella wonders if FF is incapable of lasting friendships, probably due to her rough upbringing, details of which she divulged to Fio. In that regard, it's especially interesting that even her relationships with her animals--the horses, the dogs--were dominance based. Unfortunately, Fio is uncontrollable.