Sunday, October 22, 2017

Gait, Dog, Weinstein, Kelly, Melania

Fio had forgotten how much the orthotics had improved her gait, but now that hers are being sent away for repairs, she's in pain, specifically in her left leg. Yes, she's almost totally flat-footed on that side.
Happy sixth birthday to Sonia Dog. We celebrated by taking her through the Dairy Queen drive-through for a Puppy Cup, then singing Happy Birthday to her. She seemed grateful--for the ice cream if not for the singing.
That Harvey Weinstein stuff. Fio thought everyone knew the entertainment world was like that, a meat market. What the headlines are leaving out is that it can be just as bad for attractive men, but nobody's going to talk about it.
Fiorella is disappointed in Kelly. Apparently he can help Trump get better organized and make his speeches sound more pesidential, but he is just as big a liar as the rest of the sewer rats.
Who cares whether Melania' has a stand-in? It's not as if she matters, except maybe to Putin.

Saturday, October 21, 2017


On Wednesday, Fio will be taking her Tide container pumpkins over to a dear longtime friend who is dealing with a cancer reoccurrence. Fiorella hopes they'll make Sharon laugh, and laughter cures all ... she prays.
Yesterday, Fiorella picked up two new pairs of glasses for herself and somehow lost her wrist watch in the process. She'll be searching the car at dawn's early light and then calling the optomatrist's.
Fio's lost ground on her book, staying in Austin all day on Thursday while Husband had a  medical precedure, and then driving herself into Austin on Friday to get her false vocal cords shot up with botox.
Because she didn't keep her calendar straight, Fiorella has lost a valued friend.  She hadn't written down her friend's BD so she missed it, and when she tried to make up for it, she didn't consult her calendar and had to change to another date because she'd already committed to Brother for that date. Friend wasn't amused.
Fio has to mount a search for some information for the family lawyer that she never thought she'd have to provide and which she may have lost forever. Oh well--it's just money.

Friday, October 20, 2017

Plastic Pumpkins

The minute Fiorella spotted the orange Tide containers, she knew what she was going to do with them. Again, thank you, Mrs. Ruebright. May your name live forever in the annals of paper art.

Thursday, October 19, 2017


Trick or treat, but beware of the dog!  Fiorella went out early in the morning, barefoot and in her robe, and took a picture of her Halloween door, not realizing she'd be reflected in it, pumpkin head and all. 

Wednesday, October 18, 2017

Halloween Decor

Is there anyone in the world beside crazy Fiorella who would make a garland out of bats? Blame it on her kindergarten teacher who could do anything with scissors and paper. Did she ever realize how closely Fio watched her work her magic? HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

Tuesday, October 17, 2017

Learning Pleasure

And here's the first page of a romance called Learning Pleasure that I'm thinking of putting on the market after I'm finished with Phillipa's story. It won a fair number of contests a while back.

 “How do you do, Mr. Graham,” Ann said, holding out her hand and hoping he wouldn’t take it. 
      Neil Graham was exactly the sort of man she tried to avoid--tall, handsome, and charming.  But handsome is as handsome does, and twelve years ago she had learned not to trust handsome any further than she could throw it.  She wasn’t too fond of height either, and risking a quick glance upward, she realized that the top of her head would barely reach his shoulder. 
            He shook her hand and smiled, revealing a dimple in his right cheek.  “I’m delighted to meet you, Ms. McCoy.  You’re my son’s favorite teacher.  He talks about you all the time.”  He winked.  “I think he’s got a crush on you.”
            “He--he’s a darling boy,” she answered in a tight voice, jerking her hand away before she had a full-blown panic attack.    
            Better to seem rude than crazy.  She readjusted her heavy, black-framed glasses on the bridge of her nose and backed up two discreet steps.  And better to seem crazy than ever again find herself in a situation she couldn’t escape from.


Monday, October 16, 2017

A Bit of a Bite

Lookee what Fiorella found in her document file--her never-published vampire novel, and here's a taste of it!

Tally huddled in the far corner of the back seat of the cab returning her to the ferry terminal.  It reminded her of her first trip to New York four years ago, covered with a dark sheet and curled up in the back seat of a limousine with heavily tinted windows.  She'd been seventeen then, confused and alone, heading toward the only sanctuary she knew.  Now she was twenty-two, confused and alone, with no sanctuary in sight.
            So, Helen had been right on the money about the effects of sexual excitement.  Tally curled her fingers into her palms.  There was blood beneath her nails.  Well, at least she hadn't bitten Stephen, but the thought of tasting him made her hunger surge again, almost painful in its intensity.  She pressed a hand to her stomach and studied the loutish cabbie's thick, fleshy neck.  Would anyone really miss him?
            No, Tally, you have a choice!  Even louts have families who love them.
            Breathing slowly and deliberately, she tried to calm herself.  She could handle this. In fact, she had prepared for emergencies like this.  Opening up her purse, she searched methodically for a small silver flask, unscrewed the lid, and lifted it to her lips., then rolled the thick, dark liquid on her tongue before letting it slide down her throat.  With all the insulation, the flask couldn't hold much, but it was enough.
            She licked lips and smiled in satisfaction.  God bless anti-coagulants.
            The cab driver's eyes followed her in the rear-view mirror.
            "Just for emergencies," she called from the darkness of the back seat, with what she hoped was a jaunty smile.

            He didn't reply but his eyes snapped back to the road again.  She took one more sip. Why had she thought she had to explain herself to him?  So what if some loutish cab driver thought she was an alcoholic?  He'd probably seen a lot worse--and at least he wasn't dead.


Sunday, October 15, 2017

Five Things Fiorella Has Learned about Middle-class Mexican Families from Her Telenovela

1) The women--the mothers and grandmothers--are the ones who run the families.

2) Everyone is always saying tranquila, but it doesn't have any effect.

3) Every home has its own trash can on the street, so if a mother wants to know what's being kept secret from her, she sorts through la basura.

4) All the women dress well, but remember, blondes or women with prominent facial moles are evil.

5) The family members have a special radar that draws them to the same large park at the same time so that despite living in a big city with several parks, they're always running into each other "unexpectedly."

Saturday, October 14, 2017

Change of Seasons

Fiorella heard the rustle of some leaves falling this morning, and wrote:
Be of good cheer
Autumn is here
Which means, my dear.
That winter is near

This little poem might not be as meaningful to Fiorella's friends in the northern reaches of the country as it is to her, but remember, where Fio lives, "cold" starts at 70 degrees and rarely sinks down to the freezing point.

Friday, October 13, 2017

What Fio Doesn't Understand

1)Fio doesn't understand why it is that sometimes she can transfer her photos from FB to her blog and sometimes she can't, like right now, which means you are missing out on is a nice picture of the lavender plants that Husband planted in the front-porch urns last week.

2)She also don't understand why she has to use FB as the intermediary, why she can't just unload pics from her phone onto her blog.

3)She also doesn't understand why the TV "guide" has stopped working and half her channels are now labeled "to be announced."

4)She also doesn't understand why her favorite shows get pre-empted for football games. Surely some better arrangement could be made.

5) She also doesn't understand why Lucifer and Big Bang Theory, the only two English-language shows that she watches, are scheduled on the same day and at the same time, forcing her to make a choice she doesn't want to make.

Thursday, October 12, 2017

Perspective,Facebook, Nature/Nurture, Milk, Trump Opera.

Mother spent most of her married life in her house, by choice. Fiorella has spent most of her life in her car, not by choice. Mother lived in a world that was much too small, but Fio lives in a world that is w-a-y too big.
Strangely, Fio seems to have a lot more free time now that she's cut back on her Facebook visits. Can't figure it out.
Fiorella grew up in an era when nurture was considered to be more important than nature. The scales have tipped now, of course, but Fio thinks nurture is important. Maybe it doesn't form the child, but it does influence him.
Milk was the beverage of choice in Fio's family so her teen-age rebellion was to drink Cokes, but now she's made the complete circle and is back to what her father called 'Nature's most nearly perfect food." Not for the lactose-intelerant, of course, but remember, Fio is of the lactose-persistent variety.
Some lines for Fio's Trump opera:

I tell them what they want to hear
Whatever it is that makes them cheer
Then, my honey,
I'll bet you money
I'll be your president next year

Wednesday, October 11, 2017

Halloween Treats

Fio's big art project this week has been, as she told you, her paper bats and jack-o'-lanterns. She's got twice as many bats this year, which means the whoosh across her front windows looks something like a tornado, although no one but Husband, herself, and the yard man will ever see it. Living in the heart of the jungle is nice for privacy, but not for showing off one's creative chops. But that doesn't stop your Fio. It makes her happy to look at her bats and the paper pumpkins in a vertical line down the front door too, with tiny bats spiraling between them. And the smiling calabasa is taped to the window of the second-floor landing. .

But Fio, you say. Where is the picture of your art project? Why haven't you posted one on your blog? Well, she has tried, but she can't pick it up from FB. She's guessing that the presentation was too big to transfer, but try as she might, she can't shrink it down. Maybe it's too early in the morning. Check Fio out again later in the day.

Tuesday, October 10, 2017

Always Busy

Yes, Fio is running later again, and her computadora was the culprit, but Click Computer Repair saved the day. But in the meantime, Fiorella had a get-together with a friend at an appointed time, then had to drive into Austin for a check-up on her eyelids, which are going just fine. So now she's back home and catching up on everything else.

First of all, the weather has changed and we've dipped below eighty, which means that Fio and the newly-planted lavenders are thrilled, Husband not so much. Another thing Fio is catching up with is her Halloween decor--paper bats across the window panes, paper pumpkins on the front door, a plastic skeleton hanging from the mailbox. And then there's the book, Spanish, etcetera. But you've heard all that.

What is it about Fiorella? She wants to paint rather than look at paintings, to sing rather than be sung at, to design or construct rather than buy, to move rather than sit, to do rather than wait. Hang on, everyone. The Express Train is in town!

Monday, October 9, 2017

Busy Bee

Fiorella and Husband had a wonderful afternoon in Austin with Brother and his wife, first at a very nice restaurant, and then at a clever performance of 17th century art songs.   Not only did Fio enjoy a tasty salmon dinner, but she also got a free dessert because it was her three-month belated birthday celebration. Next came the Early Music Project, hosted by the First Presbyterian Church. Of course, Fio and Brother, who took voice lessons many years ago and had actually sung some of the songs, were in their element.
Fio's singing voice is gone now, but it's all for the best. She's got too many irons in the fire as it is. One of those fires is putting up her Halloween decorations--wrapping the plastic skeleton around the mailbox, arranging her cardboard bats on the window, and sticking paper pumpkins around and about. And, of course, she needs to start on the fifth revision of Phillipa's story, clear the fallen branches and rotten limbs out of the south woods, and plow ahead on Spanish.
Too bad she has so much spare time.

Sunday, October 8, 2017

Personal Rants

As far as Fio's concerned, there's never a red light available when she's on the road and needs to jot down notes for whatever she is writing.
Your's truly is so bitten up by mosquitoes that it'll be a miracle if she has any blood left for her INR nurse to draw next time around.
Fio hijacked Husband's little red cushion for her car seat, and the world has really opened up now that she can see over the top of her steering wheel.
Fiorella was a top-notch student, but she thinks it's a lot more important to be a good person. She also supports public schools, which have long been the melting pot of the nation.
Husband is watching a football game on TV, but Fio couldn't care less. The only time she ever got excited about football was years ago when she was in a stadium and got carried away by the enthuiasm of the crowd. 

Saturday, October 7, 2017

Insurance, Revision, Scripts, Rocas, Trump

Fiorella has been thinking it over, and she wants the same kind of health insurance that the five surviving presidents have.
Be happy for Fiorella! She's finished off her fourth revions of Phillipa's story. Only about five hundred more to go.
After talking to an Indian man from Kerala at the Mazda place last week, Fio has decided to brush up on Telugu again, or at least the script. Has she told you that she loves to learn foreign scripts? How better can she combine her three great loves--art, writing, and languages?
While Fiorella was outside yesterday, her stalwart guardians along la entrada de coches told her that they don't want to be called piedras, that they had signed on as rocas, and rocas they will remain.
Trump advocates violence. He encourages it at his rallies, picks fights with other countries, and sets his staff at odds with each other. Sad.

Friday, October 6, 2017

Duggars, Little Couple, Telenovela, Nipples, Aging

The Duggars better watch out. With nineteen  kids in the family, one of them is likely to develop a brain--and the yen to write a tell-all.
Fio probably won't be watching The Little Couple anymore. They've moved back to Florida because Jen has snagged a new job with Johns Hopkins, a job which has apparently doubled their income because they've bought a three-story, two-million-dollar-plus mansion, the ground floor of which is for their cars. In the first episode, the whole family flew to England, and  Bill took the kids to a brewery and a castle while Jan made a presentation to a medical group about using social media. The kids, of course, ran wild, and in between tastings of Scotches, Bill snickered to viewers about what a bad dad he was. Fiorella was not amused.
Fio is desperatly trying to buy a DVD of a telenovela on line, but doesn't know which one to choose or how to go about the process. She wishes she could get one she's already seen or the show she's watching now.
Sorry, Jennifer, but Fio has zero (cero) interest in the "free the nipple" movement. With everything else that's going on in the country, it sounds a little silly. For the record, Fio doesn't care one way or another about nipples, but she does care about breast support to relieve pain. Heavy breasts can hurt.
What is the use of getting old if you don't improve along the way?

Thursday, October 5, 2017

Wednesday, October 4, 2017

Eulogy for Us All

Fiorella was numb at first, in shock, sick at the heart, but now she's angry. She's angry at the weapon makers for overproduction. She's angry at the NRA for its power grab. She's angry at legislators who have been paid off. She's angry at broadcasters who feed their audiences with conspiracy theories. She's angry at TV shows and movies that glamorize combat. And she's angry at herself that she can't somehow stop the madness.

Why do people kill each other? Why are they even mean to each other? Why do they make up stories about each other? Can't we all live in harmony and mind our own business? Can't we all help each other, value each other, enjoy each other?

Fiorella's goal for her earthly existance is to make the world a better place. That's why she writes novels about women who overcome extreme difficulties. That's why she expresses herself about the state of the nation on Facebook. That's why she tries to be a good friend and the best mother in the world. That's why she smiles all the time. Sure, she doesn't always have something to smile about, but there's always tomorrow.

But for the people who were killed in Las Vegas, there is no tomorrow. Fiorella is angry.

Tuesday, October 3, 2017

Reality and Fiction

Fiorella couldn't believe it, but she, who doesn't watch much television, had to make a hard decision last night--whether to watch her telenovela or the first show of the season of Lucifer, which were both running at 8:00, after another one of her favorites, Big Bang Theory. She ended up opting for Lucifer because it would only be on once a week while her telenovela would be on every night, but she still resented having to make a choice.

But Big Bang, Lucifer, Mi Marido Tiene Familia--all three of them ran second fiddle to how she felt about what had happened in Las Vegas. A pall of sorrow followed her all day yesterday, and even though she ended up watching the second half of her telenovela because Lucifer was just a half-hour teaser, it didn't matter because none of the shows really grabbed her. How could they? She was numb. Just like everyone else in the country was.

Monday, October 2, 2017

Catchng Up On the News

Good morning! Did you miss me? Fiorella was paying a visit to computer hell. More specifically, yesterday afternoon, her laptop decided to block her from getting on line, although Husband's laptop was happy to accommodate him. And because it was Sunday, Fio couldn't run over to Click for a quick fix. That meant she went almost twent-four hours without Google News, Facebook, and gmail, which drove her crazy.

But all is now well, thanks to a visit with Click an hour ago, and guess what? IT WASN'T FIO'S COMPUTER, IT WAS THE ROUTER, WHICH IS UNDER HUSBAND'S JURISDICTION.  When Fio came home and gave him the news, he scrambled around upstairs and took care of the problem so now she's now getting caught up on everything--but she doesn't like what she's hearing. The LasVegas massacre is beyond comprehension, and the only theory Fio has heard so far is that the shooter, who loved to gamble, lost everything and was wreaking his revenge on Las Vegas. If so, how sad, to make one's legacy a horror story. The only one who benefits from it is Trump because it's taken the spotlight off his mishandling of the Puerto Rican situation and the football kneeling.

Sunday, October 1, 2017

Hodge Podge

It irritates the heck out of Fiorella to watch HGTV shows about people who toss money around like it's water. And they're all so young!

Did you know Price's exodus has brought the tally of number of Trumps' drop-outs to fourteen? And he hasn't even been in office a year yet?
With the heavy rains we've had, Fio's bayberries look like they've grown a foot taller. Too bad they don't know she's going to be chopping off their heads come November.
Why is it Fio has nine mosquito bites on her left arm and none on her right?
Fio got hit by an older man backing his truck out of a parking space at Walgreens the other day.  Apparently, he couldn't see that Baby Car had already started backing, but, luckily, the man sitting in a car next to Fio realized what was happening and honked his horn long and loud. Fio stopped. The truck didn't. CRASH! The older man parked and hobbled over to look at the damage to Baby Car. Surprisingly, there was none, so Fio's going to stop by Mazda and tell the all guys what great rear ends they have.

Saturday, September 30, 2017

Serious Stuff

Fiorella has looked death in the face twice so far, and to save her life, she had to have a pacemaker, then an artifical heart valve, installed in her chest. Her scrapes with eternity made her acutely aware that her visit to earth is limited, and she decided she'd better make good use of every minute of every day remaining.After all, third time is the charm.

Friday, September 29, 2017

Personal Stuff

Fiorella is the filet mignon of the mosquito world, which means that when she sprays her arms and legs, they go after her less protected flesh, and since Fio sleeps with covers drawn up to her chin to defend herself while she's asleep, they feast on her face, which is now decorated with five new bites. Fio is not happy
It turns out that Fio has been usimg the wrong term for her driveway guardians. Instead of rocas, they are piedras. Rocas are more boulder size, and Fio can't lift over thirty-five pounds. Mea cultpa.
Fiorella doesn't see much future for Young Sheldon. It was cute idea with a cute cast of kids, but what is ithe show's targeted audience?  The main character is a kid, but children aren't going to warm to a weird, totally non-empathetic know-it-all. And if Sheldon develops empathy every week as quickly as he responded to his father in the pilot, he's going to be as considerate as Leonard when he reaches his twenties. Also, Fio doesn't think a precocious child can carry the show as the main character. It would have been better if Sheldon's mother had been the main character, like Leonard is in BBT. An outrageous character like Sheldon isn't interesting unless he plays off of a more stable character.
The vet prescribed the same ointment for Sonia Dog's pussy eyes that Fio's ophthamalagist told her to put on her healing eyelids. Wonder which prescription costs less?
The young actress who plays Linda, the sister who teases her sister and is mean to her brother's wife on Mi Marido Tiene Familia, is destined for a great career as a telenovela villainess, if she'd just enlarge that mole to the left side of her lip. A prominent facial mole is a sure mark of female villainy in Spanish-language soap operas.

Thursday, September 28, 2017

Three Confessions

When you spot errors or misspellings in her blog, it's because Fiorella wrote the it during the evening hours, when her brain is half-asleep. Or because she wrote it during the day, when her mind is preoccupied with daily living. Or the dog was disreacting her. Or the sun was in her eyes. Or she just plain made a mistake. Sorry.
Fio's Spanish-language soap opera is really heating up, and she loves every dram-filled moment of it. Robert is beginning to remember his childhood as Juan Pablo, the goods and the bads of it, the latter of which is that his Aunt Ana, who never did like him, was the one who shoved him through the orphanage door and slammed it shut. Meanwhile his new-found mother and grandmother are driving his live-in-fiance, Julieta, nuts with their efforts to bring her into the family. And then there's Linda, one of Robert's new-found sisters, who's determined to break up his relationship with Julieta. And that's just for starters.
Fio does not have a good reputation with some of her more eco-concious friends. Not only does she
favor the trapping and elimination of armadillos, but she's planted invasive, non-native trees and bushes in her garden area. Sorry, ladies, but armadillos are nasty creatures that ravage gardens and lawns, and the only decorative flora that can thrive in the hill country are tough cookies like fontinias, nandenas, boxwoods, bayberries, and palmettos.

Wednesday, September 27, 2017

Solutions and Declarations

Sonia Dog started out sleeping on the floor beside Fiorella's bed in a puppy-size crate, then moved on to a mastiff-size one, then insisted the crate wasn't big enough and its door needed to be left open, then hopped into bed with Fio and slept at her feet, then pushed Fio out of bed so she could have more room. Now Fio is thinking of getting herself a crate. With a lock.
 Axovant's new Alzheimer's drug doesn't work any better than anyone else's. Obviously, something is going on in the Alzheimer brain that no one can quite put a finger on. Time to think outside the box.
Sheila Jackson Lee (D-TX) who "took a knee" in Congress: "I KNEEL because I am going to STAND gainst racism."💓
Fio is in sorrow over everything that is happening in DC now, but a tiny part of her rejoices over the material she's getting for her Trump opera. Just think--a chorus of dancing footballers, a Trump-Kim Jung Un duet ("Anything you can bomb, I can bomb better..."), with a background Mueller padding around in the background.
But Fio, you say, WHAT ABOUT PHILLIPA? Well, she's on her way again. Fio's getting her life back in order (translation: Baby Car rejoined the family yesterday afternoon) and is about to start her revision of chapter sixteen. This is just the fourth revision, which means there are at least three more to come, but there's light at the end of the tunnel.

Tuesday, September 26, 2017

Nature Notes

Fio had decided not to deal with las rocas yet, but as she walked up the driveway, they called out to her, so what choice did she have?
After a brief late-summer break, the cardinal is hammering away at the dining room window again. Maybe he's hungry. Sorry, Red, the armadillo has eaten all the grubs and worms.
As Fiorella got out of the car at H-E-B, she noticed that not only was the parking area littered with acorns, but the front of the store was piled high with pumpkins. Despite the temperatures being in the 90s, it looks like October is waiting in the wings.
Speaking of wings, will the mosquitoes ever depart? Trying to plant a new bush out front, Fio was kissed up and down her left arm, and the stings still hurt. Her only consolation is that obviously she's the belle of the ball. .

Monday, September 25, 2017

Learning Spanish the Friendly Way

Fiorella is quite satisfied with the language-learning set-up she's put together. She watches a Spanish language soap opera five hours a week and thus observes the language in context. It also helps her pick up rhythm, accent, and cultural behaviors. Her telenovelas are backed up with a Spanish textbook, a "Spanish in Ten Minutes A Day" book, Google's "Translator," and crib notes in Spanish taped on everything in the house.  Most important, though, are friends and relatives who speak Spanish: Rachel Sonntag, Raquel Luna, Jane Perrine, Fernando Barriga, Patricia Carando, Anne Marie Valerio, and the many kind waiters, sales people, and strangers whom Fio has imposed on.

Linguistic training and a good ear have also helped. When one has learned bits and pieces of German, French, Russian, and Spanish as a child, then studied Latin for five years, then added a semester of German, two semesters of Hindi, two of Sanskrit, three years of Telugu, and passed a French reading exam after only six weeks of study, you can bet the mind involved has figured out how to learn languages.

Looking back, Fio doesn't think the standard classroom would have worked for her. On line programs certainly didn't--she found them repetitive, boring, and not at all related to her life--but the combination of telenovelas, textbooks, Translator, crib notes, and friends and relatives seems to be doing the trick.

Wish Fio well.

Sunday, September 24, 2017

Behind the Scenes

Oops. Fiorella accidentally set yesterday's post to pop up in the evening rather than in the morning. That can happen if she isn't careful.

The life of a blogger is fraught with peril. Fio has also been known to double post, cut off the edges of pictures, and have to come back post-publication and rewrite.   She confesses that some days she has to wrack her brain to come up with a good topic, but other times, her cerebral cortex seethes with activity and she produces four or five posts and lines them up for the week. Yes, the date and time on her posts is when she wants them to be published rather than when she actually wrote them, and--keep this a secret--by pre-dating a couple of years, she is able to use her blog as a storage unit for whatever she wants to remember--story ideas, dialogue, Spanish words, experiences, poetry, whatever.

Crap. This this blog has been rewritten four times, but it still doesn't sound right. Oh well. Maybe Fio will revise it this afternoon.

5:07pm. AND SHE DID.

Saturday, September 23, 2017

Fiorella's Life (La Vida de Fiorella)

Phillipa is having a great time with her Spanish (espanol) now (ahora). Basically, she (ella) is teaching herself, which (que) means she (ella) has no one to practice with, and thus isn't moving as fast as she would in a classroom.  But, even though she just works (trabaja) on it about fifteen minutes a day (quince minutos por dia), she's not only understanding the Spanish (el espanol) better, but is able to construct simple sentences (frases).
Fiorella is back in the saddle again writing-wise. Yesterday (ayer), for the first time since her surgery (cirugia), she took up pen and paper (pluma y papel) and revised one more chapter (uno mas capitulo) of Phillipa's story (la historia de Phillipa). Tomorrow (manana), she'll take on another chapter (un otro capitulo).
Beware (cuidado)! Fio is feeling restless regarding (sobre) her art ( su art). Maybe it's time to get out the old paints and palette againe (nueveo).
Did she tell you about her latest outdoor project? Fio's been pulling fallen branches out of the woods and piling them along the driveway (entrada de coche) for the yardman to take to the dump next month (el proximo mes). She's got her eye (su ojo) on some biggies too (tambien), now (ahora) that she's almost totally recovered from her surgery (cirugia). And yes (si), you guessed it--she's started throwing her rocks (sus rocas) around again too (de nueveo tambien).
Fiorella also (tambien) has to squeeze a little detective work in tomorrow (manana). She suspects that her wonderful neighbor (vecino), Michael Brown, has mowed the lengthy strip of grass (hierba) on her side of the fence again (de nueveo), which is very kind of him. Fio likes to walk (quiere andar) the line.

Friday, September 22, 2017

Washington Update According to Fio

Fiorella is gleeful that her prediction about Sean Spicer has come true, that no matter how much he laughs at himself and admits he was lying the whole time he was Trump's mouthpiece, he can't get a broadcasting job.  Does he really expect kiss-and-make-up from a news world he berated and betrayed?

Meanwhile John Kelly looks like a man about to throw up every time Trump speaks on camera, and the other Kelly, Kellyanne Conway, is still in the White House basement, where most of us hope she stays.

Interesting that those anti-Hillary ads on Facebook are being traced back to Russia. During the election, Fiorella kept inquiring about where the heck the pcture-posts were coming from, but she opined they were being run off in some Trumpster's basement. Never guessed the source was a Kremlin boiler room.

But meanwhile, Trump sails on. 😨😨😨

Thursday, September 21, 2017

Writing, Looks, Spicer, Miata, Mother, Spanish

Fiction imitates life and life imitates fiction. Writers strive for realism, no matter how fantastic, and readers absorb and act out the people they read about, hero or villain.
Fio's theory is that a woman can  get away with anything if she smiles and her hair looks good.
Maybe Sean Spicer will write a tell-all book and save Mueller the trouble of supoenaing him.
Fiorella is an antique driving an antique. Her Miata is fifteen years old now, and Fiorella loves Baby Car dearly. Thank you to all the good guys at Mazda who have been taking care of Baby--and Fio--through the years. People like Richard.
Mother was horrified when Fiorella suggested keeping a Kleenex box on the back shelf of the family car like Mrs. Kochman did. A car, to Mom, should not have anything in it but people and (in the trunk) groceries.
Want to learn how to tell time in Spanish? Go to Want to learn how to type Spanish accent marks and tildes? Go to any one of several how-to lists on the web. Fio's INR nurse, Marie Valerio put her onto the latter, but the former, Fio happened onto by herself.

Wednesday, September 20, 2017

Bad Day

As if it weren't enough that Fio spent a couple of hours at Mazda on Monday, only to learn that her engine light wouldn't go off because she hadn't tightened down the gas tank lid. As if it weren't enough that her brake light wouldn't go off on Tuesday, and she'll have to take the car in again this morning, hoping to get it back in time to meet with Evelyn, then Paula, in Austin. As if it weren't enough that her computadora has been pinging off at random times for two days, although when she left it at Click Computer Repair yesterday afternoon, it behaved like an angel. As if all these things weren't enough, Fiorella, who watches very little television, had to choose between Mi Marido Tiene Familia and The Little Couple last night. She chose the former, of course, because Little Couple will be rebroadcast at some point, but her teeth are gRRRRRRRRRRRRinding.

Tuesday, September 19, 2017


This is an oil Fiorella painted years ago when she was in an outdoorsy phase. The little house was off Dessau Roadand the road was wet from the rain. Husband parked the car off to the side and Fio unloaded her easel, paint, and brushes, then prayed no one came out of the house with a rifle in hand.

Monday, September 18, 2017

Art and Fiorella

 As usual, Fio is the dissenter, the odd man out, altough she likes to think of herself as the voice in the wilderness, the child who cries "the emperor has no clothes" because she sees the "art world" is a fake, a giant con. "Modern art" is nonsense. Do you realy think a giant tennis ball is worth three million?
Fiorelle wanted to major in art when she went to college, but her mother discouraged her, saying it wouldn't pay, and Mom was right. Not per se, and not because Fio didn't have the talent,  but because she couldn't have handled the BS that goes along with a BFA. Fio is an intense realist, and she would have stomped through the flutter and nonsense of art  college like a bull in a china shop. Oh, another reason it wouldn't have worked out, as she discovered when she took a couple of classes, is that women were second class citizens in art school.
"Art" and "creativity" are not synonymous. "Creativity" is a blanket term that covers not only art, but composition, writing, design, invention, and saving the world.
Some people talk art. Fio IS art, and it's not always that comfortable. She sees too much and wants to rearrange everything, including herself.
One thing Fio is not is technological, but if she were, she would seal this blog with one of her paiintings or drawings. Next time, maybe.

Sunday, September 17, 2017

Fiorella Staggers On

Austin son, wfe and child visited yesterday and Fiorella was thrilled. Baby is wiggling around, making noises, and responding to everything now. Fio got to hold her a lot, and she didn't even wince at her grandmother's Halloween face. The same can't be said of Son. He kept telling Fiorella how awful she looked.
Later in the afternoon, after they had left, Fiorella grabbed the pruners and went outside, but her limited  vision, the heavy heat, and a determined mosquito drove her back inside again.Then, in the evening, she ran her hand across the remains of the dried blood butterfly gauze and accidentally hooked her finger in it, pulling enough of the bandage loose than her wound started to bleed again. Pressure and a Hello Kitty bandaid took care of the situation, but Fio is doing her best to move around as little as possible.
It's twenty days now since Fio has been able to work on her novel, and she is not happy about the time loss. Each day that passes, she's losing touch with Phillipa and Bram. Wish her well.

Saturday, September 16, 2017

Anagrams, Dog Training, Stored-Up Notes

It's interesting how the mind will train itself if given half a chance. When Fio starting working newspaper anagrams a couple of years ago, she had to write out the jumbled letters on individual slips of paper and move them aroundinto various configurations to figure out each word. This morning, she looked at the anagrams one by one and nailed them. It's a matter of separating the vowels from the consonants and identifying morphemes. (Not to say that Fio still doesn't get whomped every now and then.)
Two years ago, Fio and Husband stopped requiring Sonia Dog to "sit" because she had a lame leg and the posture was painful for her, but Fio's started it up again. Sonia's ankle problem is healed, and she needs to remember how to sit and be nice when Fiorella is talking over the fence to the neghbors, whose dogs, by the way are perfectly trained and polite.
Fio finished transfering all her notes (including the ones she wrote in the ophthamalagist's office on the backs of the Starbucks napkins she found wadded up in her purse) onto a safe place on her computer. Okay, she'll admit it--she put them on her blog, then set their publishing date for five years from now, hoping that, by then, she'll have used them all up on the blog, on Facebook, or in her books and poems.

Friday, September 15, 2017

Out in the Woods

The leaves crackled with sounds of escape as Fiorella walked into the west woods, which sort of hurt her feeelings. Whatever creatures were there should have known by now that she is harmless.  Fio loves the woods and everything in it, and it delights her heart to discover something she never lnew was in there before--like the fallen oak with its branches smashed beneath itself that she saw yesterday. (More firewood for winter, and Fio does like to be self sufficient.)

But Fiorella. you say, what are you doing dodging your way around a strange woods? Aren't you supposed to be taking it easy until your surgery heals? Well, Fio is bored, tired of sitting inside all day and trying to think of things to do that don't strain her eyesight, which is still a bit compromised. Working on her novel is out, and copying notes from stray sheets of paper onto her safety place has its time limits. TV is hard for her to watch because of its vibrant colors, but she has to gather news off broadcasts rather than reading the paper, whichis difficult. On the other hand, she read the funnies with no problem today and nailed the anagrams. Things are looking up.

Thursday, September 14, 2017

The Infinitives Have It!

Remember back when Fiorella decided she had enough Spanish nouns in her quiver to start on the verbs (los verbos)? That list she set out to learn at the time is in the waste basket now, but she's got a new list of more regular verbs nailed down.

The infinitives, the base forms, always end in ar, -er, or -ir. First person singular, of course (claro que si) always ends in -o, while second and thrd persons singular just drop the final -r. The first person plural always ends in -mos, and the second and third person plural ends in -n. Then there are the irregulars, but Fio's saving them for dessert.

Wednesday, September 13, 2017

Exactly What Happened

On August 31, the eighth day of Fio replacing coumadin with lovenox, Dr. Dawn Buckingham lifted Fiorella's drooping eyelids.  Fio had her stitches out on Tuesday, then started bleeding the next day because she had gotten the area wet, which she wasn't supposed to do. Husband drove Fio back to Austin, and Dr. Buckingham stitched her up again, this time with self-dissoving sutures. However, that evening Fio started bleeding yet again, and Husband had to wrap a pressure bandage around her head to stop the steady drip, then droveher to the local ER when she went into a half faint from blood loss. The ER washed a day's worth of blood off her, and wound a tight, painful wrap around her head that covered both her eyes, inciting her ever-preset claustrophobia so she was panting heavy and drumming her hands on it toward the end of her thirty minutes. But when the bleeding stopped, the ER sent Fio home. In Austin the next day, Dr. Buckingham okayed Fior, but gave her strict instructions to take in easy, which is hard for Fio to do.

Fiorella had her final visit with Dr. Buckingham yesterday, Tuesday, the 12th, and is happy to report that she is recovering quickly, although her facial bruising will get worse before it gets better. Of course, Fio befing Fio, she has taken selfies of herself along the way and posted them all over Facebook. Hope you've enjoyed them.

Tuesday, September 12, 2017

Notes, Trump, Spanish, Vision

Fio spent a couple of hours yesterday labeling several pages of notes she'd jotted down to use in her books, poems, and future blogs. Today she'll devote another couple of hours to labeling the rest of the pages. Yes, Fiorella has enough material to last her forever. YOU WILL NEVER ESCAPE FROM HER CLUTCHES.
The storms and wildfires seem to be mostly hitting the red states. God trying to send a message to Trump?
Fio is still enjoying Mi Marido Tiene Familia. An interesting side romance is the one between Daniela and Gabriel. She's standoffish and antagonistic, and he's handsome, sexy, and determined. Actually their antics are more fun than the main story.
Fio's eyes are still bothering her, and she's heading off to the doctor today to make sure it's okay for her to begin dislodging the wad of gauze shadowing her right eye that which makes it hard for her to read and write. Sorry about the typos that got through.

Monday, September 11, 2017


Sonia Dog's head peeks over that back of the couch as soon as Fiorella finishes her Shredded Wheat. She knows what's coming, that Mommy will place the bowl on the floor, call her to "come," then tell her to "stop," then invite her to lick up the milk remaining in the breakfast bowl, which doggie does with relish. Next, Mommy approaches her with a paper towl in one hand to wipe up the splashes on the floor and two Milkbones in the other hand as Baby's reward for being a good dog and drinking her milk.

Sonia likes ceremonies. Patterned activities reassure us all. We like to know what is going on, what our role is, and what the outcome will be--that if we plug in the computer, it will open up, that if we are nice to people, theywill be nice to us. But there are always exceptions, deviations from our expectancies that we have to handle on our own. And we can. Fight the good fight.

Sunday, September 10, 2017

Onward and Upward!

Fio never realized how much she relied on good vision until now, when it is blurred because of her eye surgery. She can't drive, of course, and her newspaper reading is restricted to the headlines. She can't read her lista amarilla either, or study her Spanish, and she finds it very hard to write a blog or make a post on Facebook. Working on the novel is out of the question for now.

But give her a while, and Fiorella will recover. She's been improving a little every day, despite the bloody set-back over the weekend, and she'll come out a winner.

Saturday, September 9, 2017

Appointment, Telenovela, Confession

Fio has an 8:30 appointment with Dr. Buckingham this morning for her post-surgery check so she and Husband are getting up at 6:30, then taking off for Austin at 7:00. Yes, the early morning traffic is that bad. Please, somebody build that vaccum tube transportation connection to Austin that Fiorella's been talking about for the past fifteen years.
Fio's back to watching her telenovela agin. Mi Marido Tiene Familia is a welcome change from the other telenovelas she's watched. Nobody is packing heat or pushing people off balconies. Instead, it's more of a situation omedy.
Fio's vision has been too impaired ever since the surgery to work on her book, but she hopes to get back to it after her apppintment with Dr.B. Confession time: Fio doesn't touch type, which has made it very hard to write her blogs for the past week and explains her typos. Thank you for sticking arounnd.

Friday, September 8, 2017

Thank You For Your Concern

Fiorella had some complications
Because of blood-thinning medications
The story
Is gory
But now she's planning celebrations
All is well, appreciations

Thursday, September 7, 2017


I will  not write
a blog today.
is all I'll say

I will tell you tomorr
What happened t9daI'n  recovering
Is a;; I'll say


Wednesday, September 6, 2017

Three Eyes

I admit I'm having a blast
My eyes are in full bloom
I know it will not last
But I look like a raccoon

You might think I look gross
But I think I look cute
I've never had a shiner before
And this one is a beaut!

Look at the size
Of my koala eyes
They're big as pies

Tuesday, September 5, 2017

Post Surgery

Fio is having a blast
Her eyes are in full bloom
She knows it will not last
But she looks like a racoon

Monday, September 4, 2017

Medical Frustration

Early in the week, Fio's cardiologist prepared her for eye surgery by having her hold her coumadin pills and inject herself with lovenox instead. Fio called him on Friday, the day after surgery, and asked if she could discontinue the lovenox because the shots were unexpectedly painful, so Dr. H worked out a new regimen that would take her off lovenox by Monday, although she would have to go to the ER of her local hospital on Sunday to be sure her INR was 2.0 or above.

Fio followed directions, giving herself what she hoped would be a final shot of lovenox Sunday morning, then driving off to St. D's Hospital for the INR check. However, no one knew what to do with her because Dr. H hadn't given them any "orders." The nurses finally got another doctor to write the "orders" and, about an hour later, Fio was ushered into a room where a phlebotomist took a vial of her blood. Fio protested, saying that the procedure should be a simple finger-prick, but the phlebotomist said she'd never heard of INR and that that Fio could get the results from Dr. H on Monday. Fio explained that she was supposed to get the results immediately so she would know whether or not to use lovenox in the evening, so the phlebotomist said the lab would report to Dr. H within an hour and he himself would call Fio.

Five hours later, Fiorella got hold of Dr. H on her own. Bad news--her INR is too low to discontinue the lovenox so she'll have to shoot herself up for three more days.

Fiorella is not happy on several accounts.

Sunday, September 3, 2017

Geekery, Telenovela, Michael Jackson, Friendship, Trump Opera

Fiorella was a geek before geeks were cool. Socially awkward, she never cut classes, always did her homework, and was a top-notch student. She wrote poetry and short stories, edited her high school Latin magazine, and the state Latin rag, took classes like physics and Russian in college, graduated Phi Beta Kappa and Magna cum Laude, never smoked pot, and never even thought of getting pierced or tattooed.
What is going on with you, Julieta?  Why are you listening to Ana? For heaven's sake, can't you see that she's leading you down the garden path? After all, she's a BLONDE, and blondes and redheads are always bad, bad girls en telenovelas. Remember Rebeca in El Color dela Pasion and Gaciela in Vino El Amor?
Fio would like someone to haul out that old Michael Jackson song about teaching the world to sing. We could use some harmony right about now.
To be Fiorella's friend means that sooner or later, she will learn your birthday and celebrate it. She's fixated that way.
Yes, Fio is seriously considering turning out at least a few Trump jingles set to music. The tragi-comedy opera she's been proposing may yet come into being.

Saturday, September 2, 2017

Como Esta Su Espanol, Fiorella?

The Spanish is coming along. Although she still doesn't have all the family relationships sorted out, Fiorella can follow her new telenovela, Mi Marido Tiene Familia, fairly well.  It's helped that callate! (be quiet!) and tranquila! (calm down!) are now part of her vocabulary. The acting also helps. Everything is over-the-top dramatic.

As a linguist, Fiorella knew that immersion was her best way to learn a new language, and as a realist, she knew that Spanish was her best bet because, living in Texas, she heard a fair amount of it around her. From previous language accquisition experiences, she knew she needed to start by developing Spanish ears, which meant augmenting her strolls down the aisles of HEB with telenovelas an hour every weekday evening. First came El Color del Pasion, then El Celular de la Piloto, then La Doble Vida de Estela Carrillo, and now she's watching Mi Marido. 

Telenovela actors are really good, and, interestingy enough, like British actors, they act their own ages and thus have long careers.. Sylvia Pinal, a glamor girl fifty years ago, now plays the family matriarch in Mi Marido.

Of course, the commercials also add to Fio's vocabulary--she's learned all about precios (prices), ventas (sales), dinero (money), choques (car accidents), and segura (insurance).  And along the way, she's picking up verb conjugations. Poco a poco, as they say.

Friday, September 1, 2017

Yesterday's News

Fiorella had her eyelids lifted yesterday and already she can see so much better. Turns out those shadows that had been getting in her way were her eyelashes. Wish her happy healing!

Thursday, August 31, 2017

Rock Warning Plus Tidbits

Fio went out in mid-afternoon to tow her little red wagon full of creekbed rocks along the driveway and shore up problem areas, but she received  a stone cold reception from her troops.  In fact, she received no reception. They totally ignored her, which sort of scared her. What had she done to estrange her wonderful rocks? She laid out a few new recruits, then stopped and considered. It was so hot out, and the air was so still. OMG--the rocks were telling her to go in and gulp down some water, that she wasn't safe out in the heat today! Thank you, my darlings.
Fiorella has never been knocked unconscious that she knows of. But after the fact, does one ever realize one has been unconscious?
Let's spend less on museums and more on affordable housing, on the furure rather than the past.
You do realize, of course, that if Fiorella couldn't write on Blogspot, Facebook, Documents, or her lista amarilla, she'd scratch what she wants to say on sidewalks and cave walls. Do you also realize that Fiorella, who started this blog very cautiously, now regularly spills her guts and tells you things no one else knows?
All good things in Fiorella's life are referred to as Baby--her dog, her laptop, and her granddaughter. Rejoice with Fio.

Wednesday, August 30, 2017


Fiorella is down right now. The hurricane didn't come anywhere near where she lives, but her heart hurts for the people--the real live human people, not just statistics--who have drowned as they tried so hard to escape the rising waters. And she feels the stunned sorrow of the survivors who have lost everything--their homes, their vehicles, their food and clothing, their photo albums, those special things handed down through generations of their families. Then there are the dead and displaced animals. Fio would like to stop the hurricane, to roll back the calendar. She wants everyone and everything to survive, to be saved.

There's no clever turn-around at the end of this post. Disaster is disaster, and Fiorella is in mourning.

Tuesday, August 29, 2017

Emergency Room Report

The computer is still off line, but Husband is in the hospital again so Fiorella is taking adavantage of its internet connection to a blog this evening for publication Tuesday morning.

First of all, Husband is okay. He took a fall at home, then outside the doctor's office, then when he tried to get into his car and drive home. Needless to say, an ambulance took over his transportation. All seems well at the hospital, and right now everyone is guessing dehydration, but we'll see.

In the meantime, Fio's going to be sneaking over to FB, which has been deprived of her presence for two days now.

Monday, August 28, 2017


If you looked at Fiorella first thing in the morning, you saw far more of what goes on behind the scenes than Fio ever wanted you to see--the jumbled notes, obscure references, and sheer gibberish that she shapes into her morning offering. Yes, as you probably guessed, the computers at la casa Fiorella went off-line last night, and it was an eye-opener. Not only was Fio blocked from writing a stunningly brilliant blog, but she couldn't check out her baby-steps attempts at Spanish sentences on Translater, contact friends on email, check out Google News or KEEP UP WITH FACEBOOK.

But now she's at Starbucks, every writer's home away from home, and has hooked onto their power, cleared her blog, and explained to you exactly what has happened. Except that she almost forgot to mention that she crashed a tall chair to the floor as she was trying to mount it, and the store was stunned into silence, then erupted into voices of concern. But that's your Fio--drama follows her wherever she goes.

Sunday, August 27, 2017

Morning Prayer

Thank you for the peaceful night
Thank you for the bright new day
Guide me so I broadcast love
With all I do and all I say

Saturday, August 26, 2017

Regarding the Storm

A sudden brisk viento (wind) shook our trees at 3:55, and then a light lluvia (rain) began to fall, but it only lasted about cinquo minutos (five minutes) so Fio started up to el buzon (the mail box) to pick up su correo (her mail). As she walked, her brave little soldiers along the edge of la entrada de coches (driveway) sang out reassurances that they could handle the storm to come, that they wouldn't allow any washouts to occur. Now, Fiorella respects su rocas (her rocks), mostly volunteers who leapt into sus manos (her hands) when she was out scouting in the south woods and the dry creek. In fact, she loves them--but she is afraid that she didn't give them enough back-up. We'll see.
The only good things about Harvey are that he is cooling down la clima (the weather), he will water our parched hierba (lawn) for free, and he has driven Donald Trump off the air--at least for now.
When Fio hears the name "Harvey," she thinks of the broadcaster, the rabbit, and a fourth-grade friend named Hardy Joe Brundage. He had a great sense of humor, and Fio will never forget when he got up in front of the class and gave an imitation of Mrs. Johnson wiggling into her girdle (which was always an indication there was going to be a fire drill), a scene he'd accidentally walked in on in the cloakroom the week before (la semana anterior.)

Friday, August 25, 2017

A Few More Comments

As Fio predicted, Trump Tower is falling, brick by brick--Flinn, Spicer, Scaramucci, Priebus, Bannon. etcetera. He's even knocked at McConnell's and Ryan's doors. When will our loser-of-the-popular-vote president announce he is firing Congress?
Fiorella would like Trump Inc. to close its doors and leave town. He gives the country a bad name. Also, he steals away too much of Fio's time that she'd rather spend writing, working on the yard, or learning Spanish. But most of all, he hurts her heart.
Wondering about the eclipse. Could it have been another one of Trump's distractions?

Thursday, August 24, 2017

Patterned Life

Call her boring, but Fio lives in patterns. Typical day--As soon as she wakes up, she folds her throw rugs and places them over the back of the couch, then folds her sheet into a neat package, picks up her pillow, and deposits pillow and sheet on the dresser in the guest room. Then she opens all the blinds on the first floor, disarms the alarm system, picks up the newspaper from the front porch, takes care of the dog, and skims the newspaper. When Husband comes downstairs, the paper is in his recliner, neatly folded. After breakfast, she openes up su computadora to her emails and Google News, and also checks out Facebook.

And then there are the day that go haywire from the start.

Wednesday, August 23, 2017

Language Crossovers

Apparently Fioralla's brain categorizes langiages as either English or Other, judging by the way her study of el espanol has reactivated her Russian, German, and even Telugu. Yesterday she caught herself using pahtuhmyshto instead of porque when trying to put together a sentence in Spanish.

Speaking of Spanish, Fio is quite pleased with her recent progress. Her verbos are coming along, she's attempting simple frases, and she's understanding enough of her new telenovela, Mi Marido Tiene Familia, that she can follow the plot. It really helps to have a backgorund in linguistics, but it helps even more to have friends who are kind enough to help her. (Okay, Fio will admit it--Translater on Google helps too.)
But Fio looks back on her Russian studies with sorrow. If only Russian-language television had been avilable back then. If only the instructional program had involved more verbal communication and less translation of long-dead authors, althoug Fio can still recite the beginning of  Yevgeny Onyegin:. "Moy dyadya sahmic chesnic pravil, kahgdah nyev shootku zahnimog.....". Pahnimayitzi menya?

Tuesday, August 22, 2017

Ganging Up On God

Fiorella, a frequent Facebook contributor, winces every time she encounters an intensive, often gaudy, post asking people to pray for themselves or for others. She will, of course, ask for blessings on everyone who is having difficulties of any kind, but as you know, because of her Missouri Synod Lutheran upbringing, she does it privately, in her closet, not making a public display, "as the Pharisees do." Fio also cringes at prayer requests that imply God responds to popular demand, that the more people that are asking Him to perform a miracle, the better the chances. Fiorella can let both of these viewpoint pass--only God knows God--but she'll nail her own 99 Theses to the church door disputing the idea that God can be controlled by "holy ones"--priests, pastors, saints, etc.--that if the right person prays for a miracle long and hard enough, God will give in and grant it.

That "pastor" who thought he could cure his granddaughter through intensive prayer was operating out of his own ego. It was a power struggle. His granddaughter died because he tried to control God rather than laud His mercy for providing a medical treatment that could have saved his granddaughter's life. Fio prays for him, that he will seek God's love and forgiveness, as must we all.

Monday, August 21, 2017

Read Straight Down, Left

Andrew McCabe

HuckAbee Sanders

StEve Bannon

Sunday, August 20, 2017

Purely Fiorella

Fiorella grabbed a nice handful of servietas at Starbucks as she was heading out of la puerta, y ellas came in handy. El dia was blazing caliente and su automovil had been sitting en el sol por dos horas so her car seat and steering wheel were burning. Thinking fast, Fio stuck a servieta under each pierne and grasped una servieta in each mano before she pulled out of her parking space and headed a su casa.
Yesterday was up and down. Way up and way down. Fio was ecstatic when Richard at Mazda called to tell her that baby car was all healed and ready to go home early--and that the bill turned out to be $500 less than expected. But her day started going downhill when she stopped by the post office on the way home and left her purse and keys in the car, then locked the door. A nice passerby let her use his cell phone and Fio called Husband, who arrived with Sonia dog in the back seat. About two hours later, the locksmith arrived. And to think, Fiorella thought she would get a lot of writing done because her lista amarilla was so lightweightfor the day.
Fiorella has discovered a wonderful new rock bed (cama de rocas) behind the chainlink fence separating her back yard from the jungle beyond, and she's already pulled several of them up and tossed them over the fence, where she'll pack them into her little red wagon to tow up to the driveway to reinforce su mura pequena, but that's the only mura she'll ever contribute to

Saturday, August 19, 2017

Catching Up With Laura and Ryan.

And in the fast-moving world of Telenovela, Laura, five months pregnant, left her bodyguard at the door and confronted Estela (the real Estela, not the Estela whose identity Laura had bought when she fled to the United States) about Ryan, Laura's husband whom Estela (who is actually his half-sister) had briefly seduced. Estela, true to form (she's a drug lord called El Dorado and has taken out a fair number of people herself and ordered others killed), physically attacked Laura, and now the fate of Ryan and Luara's bebe is in peril. But although Laura doesn't know it, the father of su bebe might be Danilo, Ryan's half-brother, who knocked her out with a horse anesthetic a couple of months back and raped her.

Los actores must dissolve into giggles every time they get a new script.

Friday, August 18, 2017

Spanish, Hate, Miata

Well, Fiorella,you say, how is the Spanish coming along?
Not as quickly as I had hoped, of course, but I've finally found a reliable source for the conjugation of los verbos, although most of my new palabras are now gleaned up from context. Our yardman taught me hormigos de fuego--fire ants--yesterday, I picked up tranquila from my telenovela, and I've been composing simple sentence to myself.based on Spanish-language commercials. All of this has meant that I understand a bit more what los actores on La Doble Vida de Estela Carrillo are saying.
The plain truth of the upsurgeance in hate groups is that many people don't think things through. They just  jump on the loudest band wagon that comes to town and get caught up in the mob mentality, then don't know how to get out without losing face.
Fio's baby car is in the shop again. She doesn't remember what friend Richard told her the problem is, but the cost will be $1,100 to fix. Fio is not happy. Her budget wasn't expecting a hit like this.

Thursday, August 17, 2017

Handicapped Parking

After meeting with her critique group at Starucks inside Target, Fiorella returned to her baby car to find a red sticky thing had been slapped on the door warning her that if she ever parked in a handicapped spot again, the authorities would be called and her car hauled off. Scribbled acrossthe bottom of the thing was "Because of you, a wounded verteran did not have a place to park today!!!"

Now, Fio, a born rule-follower, accepts the fact that she was in the wrong. However, that shaming postscript made her mad. In the first place, she thinks suspects the "wounded veteran" reference was metephorical, that her sleek little Miata was what pissed somebody off. In the second place, Fio disagrees with the curreent veneration of every person who's ever donned a uniform. Soldiers are just like everyone else. Some are good, and some are bad. Some lead exemplary lives, and some are rats, no matter what kind of injury they have received.

Fio accepts guilt, but rejects the shame.

Wednesday, August 16, 2017


Somewhere in the world there are people who wake up every morning and think "What can I do to occupy my day?" Fio is not one of them.  Her daily routine is to leap out of bed, grab her lista amarilla, and think "How can I possibly get all this done today?" There's the house and the yard, the husband and the dog, the friends and family, the woods, the writing, the Spanish, and maybe a bit of art and music. And now she's wracking her brain trying to figure out a way to topple Trump and his dirty crew.

Yes, your Fiorella is a responsibility kind of a gal. Maybe because she has strong maternal instincts, maybe because she was the oldest child in the family, maybe because she feels guilty when anything--ANYTHING--goes wrong. Whatever, she's driven, so don't try to rein her in. Instead, join her cause. Together, we can bring Trump down.