Halloween, Rusyn, Crisis, Poem, Communication

The family skeleton has been dragged out of the closet and is hanging from the mailbox on the road, which is Fiorella's way of proclaiming that the Halloween season has begun--at least in her household. Yes, now that she's finished off the 2018 taxes, she's lurching into bats and pumpkins.
       The skeleton is plastic, of course, her decorative pumpkins are made out of Tide containers (love that orange!), and the bats are paper art.  Fio will make the usual, time-tested design across the front window, but this time, the "pumpkin" at the beginning of it will have black eyes, which should perfect the scene. At least, Fiorella hopes so. After all, this will probably be Fio's last Halloween in her beloved home. Sigh.
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It looks like Fiorella, after having about five attempts at e-mailing refused, plus two post-mailed messages, has finally made contact with a woman at University of Texas who might know something about the Rusyn language. Yes, your Fio is that slap-a-daisical about writing down addresses when someone gives them to her by voice, and she is even worse about hitting incorrect computer keys. Her handwriting is very readable, but no one uses that anymore.
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Needless to say, Fiorella has high hopes for the current political scene. It looks like Trump has stretched himself too far this time, and someone was watching. Jughead can't seem to understand that the US is a democracy, not his personal kingdom to do with what he may.
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Two Peas in a Pod
       Boris and Trump,
       A pig and a lump--
       Each one went out to play,
       Destroyed the reputation
       Of his entrusted nation
       And called it a good day
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Son is going to be installing a new phone system tomorrow so that Fio will be in better touch with the rest of the world. It's about time--the current system is sixteen years old.