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.