Friday, March 5, 2021

Persnally Speaking

Fiorella, supposedly a very smart girl, can't believe how many stupid things she's said and done in her life. Yup, looking back, she realizes that, with the best of intentions, she's been her own worst enemy and that it's a miracle she has any friends left at all. THANK YOU!

Today is Friday, right? Fio has a calendar, but it's hard to keep track of the days without her usual milestones like wash day, grocery-shopping day, holidays, and specific TV programs.

When Son L whisked Fiorella off to an HEB less traveled yesterday, she made sure to buy an emery board and now her raggedly nails are no longer snagging on everything she touches.

Catch-up news--Son's television fix didn't work. Fio thinks TVs have become too big for their britches.

Fiorella admits she is fueling herself with Russell Stover Easter chocolate. Don't roll your eyes at her at her. You have your traditions and she has hers.๐Ÿ˜Š

Thursday, March 4, 2021

From Typewriters to Television

DANG! Fio wrote two and a half charming postlets, then did something or other that erased everything. This would never have happened with a typewriter. ๐Ÿ˜ 

Son L escorted Fiorella to HEB today--masked, of course--so she could have an outing and also pick up some salmon. But when your girl got back to shelter and tried to fit her catch into her hostess's refrigerator, it was a no-go, even when Fio split the salmon into two bags. What to do, what to do? Hmm... how about that fridge in the garage? Hurrah, the day and the salmon were saved! (Fio should add that, in the absence of ties, she used hair clips off a card her daughter had given her. )

How embarrassing--your girl thought she had the television in her shelter room mastered, but it's started stalling when Fio tries to pick up Midsomer Murders. Maybe it doesn't like Fio's choice of programs.

Fiorella is hoping she can get back into romance writing again once she gets settled in her new house, but it's hard to get a plot going when all your pages are stacked in boxes in the garage.

Son L was kind enough to help Fio get into Midsomer Murders again, but she doubts if it will stick. When she moves into the new home, please remind her that she wants a "normal" television.

 

 

 

 

 

 



Wednesday, March 3, 2021

Moving Onward, Dang it!

 This is the day--the day that Sonia gets transferred from free range to the confines of the Georgetown's Ponderosa Pet Resort, where she'll be boarding for a couple of weeks until Mommy moves into her new home in Austin and can arrange for Doggie to be driven down to join her. Please wish us all well.

Son and Fio will be clearing more out of the Lost River house when they're back in Georgetown, but the forest of boxes in the triple garage will have to wait until movers have been hired. Fifty-some years of marriage accumulates a lot of baggage.

Interesting--Texas's Governor Abbott doesn't give a damn about his constituents dying of coronavirus now that he and his family have been inoculated. In fact, by releasing all Covid19 restrictions, he encourages the spread! Doesn't he realize that Democrats are getting shot up as quickly as they can while all too many Republicans are putting their faith in The Donald?

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 Son L and Fiorella spent a long time in her old stomping grounds in Georgetown today. First of all, they loaded Sonia Dog into Son's car--which turned out to be easier than both of them had thought it would be--then drove down the road to the boarding facility, where we all received a friendly greeting. Fiorella thought Sonia would balk, but instead, she sat down patiently while Son and Fio provided vital information, then allowed herself to be gently walked out of the room. Whew!

Next came clearing out yet another layer at Fiorella's former home, which was hard for your girl. We're down to the bare bones now.







Tuesday, March 2, 2021

More Observations

 Whoopie! Fiorella slept straight through to 6:19 this morning, a first in her home away from home. Not that son L's in-laws haven't been more than hospitable, but it's hard for your girl to adjust to new surroundings, and it will probably take her a while to adjust to the new house too. 

Shhhhhh! Don't tell neighbor Michael, but Fio is planning to turn the photo she took of him and his wife in the woods into a painting once she gets settled into said new house. Hoping she still has the talent.

Hmm....Wondering if there is anyone else in the world who takes down as many notes as Fiorella does, but the girl can't help it. Ever since she learned to print, she's left no paper unused๐Ÿ˜

Sigh....Fio thinks we will have to hire a pick up or a truck to transport Doggie to her new home. Mastifs don't fit in cars.

Yoicks! Your girl finds it hilarious that she's been lulling herself to sleep each night with Midsomer Murders, easily the bloodiest show on TV. With at least five residents coming to barbaric ends every go-around, you'd think the British village would have been long ago put under quarantine ๐Ÿ˜

 


Monday, March 1, 2021

Late Night Post

 Happy March, and Fiorella hopes this month will be better for her than February was. No inoculations are in the cards for her yet, but son L has done wonders when it comes preparations for moving out of the old house and into the new one. There's still a problem with boarding Doggie, though, and our relocation date has been moved up.

The first thing Fio wants to do when she gets settled is to contact her Gtown doctors to get her records transferred to Austin, which probably won't be as easy as it sounds.

Why is it so darn hard to get a Covid inoculation? Are they all being reserved for big wigs?

Your girl landed on her feet regarding the family that son L married into. They not only welcomed her with open arms and have been sheltering her for about two weeks with about two more weeks to go, but  have helped her get acquainted with her granddaughter, who is the most charming child on the face of the earth๐Ÿ’—

Fiorella's posts are probably repeating themselves, but please be patient with. Your girl's world is in stasis right now and so is she.

 


Sunday, February 28, 2021

Honk, Cuidado, Wow, Hoping, Sigh

 Honk! Fiorella's nose is running and she's clearing her throat a lot, but she hasn't been around unmasked people except her shelterers, who work from home and have a hand-washing rule for whomever enters the house. Fio also checks her thermometer thing, which tells her all is well. 

Cuidado! Your girl is getting bored, which usually leads her to a frantic wave of activity and an attempt to save the world--or, at least, her world.

Wow! Daughter Alexandra visited Cedar Creek this afternoon, her new car loaded with bags of clothes for Fiorella--jeans, shirts, tops--the works, even including new make-up and hair clips. Next weekend, Fio, Son L and his family will be visiting Daughter's new home in Austin. No question about it--the Plum family is really moving along.

Hoping! Fio has left a message with Sonia Dog's vet and hopes she'll get an answer soon. Doggie can't stay in a deserted house forever.

Sigh! Fiorella also hopes that next weekend, the family will have time to empty out the the old house once and for all.

 



 



Saturday, February 27, 2021

To Georgetown and Back

Fio's life has changed so much in the past three years--and is changing so much now--that she sometimes wonders who and what she is. Having packed away all one's belongings and being between houses does that to you.

Whew--your girl spent most of the day in Georgetown with son L, clearing out the old house. The day was dreary and the work was tedious, but we managed to get a fair amount done. The best part of the trip was Sonia Dog's reaction when she saw Mommy again.

The best part of getting back to Fiorella's temporary abode was her granddaughter's reaction when she saw Grammy again ๐Ÿ’›

Has Fio told you that she is learning how to operate the changers to provide herself with episodes of Midsomer Murders  while she's in shelter? OMG--can an old dog be taught new tricks?

May God bless son L for all the assistance he has given her in regard to the new house. Take it from Fiorella--it hasn't been a picnic in the park.