Two Postpones and a Giggle

5-21
So much for cleaning the rugs. Many years have passed since Fio did her own vacuuming so it took her a little while to construct the machine--and then, the darn thing wouldn't work. Was it on strike for mi donella's knowing hands or had it run out of gas? Oh well, Fiorella will try mopping the concrete floor tomorrow.
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Once again, Fio has confounded the technological world. She and Elder Son spent a l-o-n-g time on line trying to add a word search button to her computer, and then, horrified by the fact that Mom hadn't updated anything ever, he worked on that aspect for another l-o-n-g time, before turning the machine back over to her.
     The computer rejected her password and wouldn't open up.
     Fiorella contacted Son and he tried everything he could, then advised her to contact the Mac support team, which she did the next morning. After more than an hour and the efforts of two two steps up in Mac fix-it heierarchy, the computer finally recognized its mother again, but by then, Fio didn't care. Lolly's story will have to wait.
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The lead headline in the newspaper was Bars Prepare to Open, which Fio, for a split second, read as Bras Prepare to Open. That's a romance writer for you.😁