Fio took a stroll down to the road to where the county had raised the bridge over her dry creek and discovered that not only had the seeds they planted grown into a waist-high jungle of brown weeds, but that there was a pile of dead cedars secreted in the nearby woods--along with an old cardboard container from a take-out dinner.
Why did these things wait to happen until Fiorella was the only adult in the house? There's no way she can handle them all on her own.
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Hooray! Fio decided to give the 2019 taxes another try and actually found a large pack of accumulated papers that she'd forgotten existed in a semi-heavy envelope addressed to her accountant. There was just one catch--Fio didn't know how many stamps she should put on the envelope, and the bathroom scale refused to help her. Obviously, she needed to post her problem on Facebook--and the third suggestion, a trip to a UPS store, was the winner. Thanks, Ann Bell!
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How did Fio develop the skills to write books, you ask? It came naturally. Not only had she been in plays since she was five, but, as she grew older, she read everything she could get her hands on. With a combination like that, there was no way she COULDN'T have been a writer.
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At last your Fiorella understands what a weephole is--a non-cemented connection between two bricks on the lowest row of the construction that allows moisture to escape. Wow! Next thing you know, your girl will be laying the bricks herself.
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Hey, hey, hey! Elder son has now ordered the appropriate printer cartridges for Fio, which means that she'll be able to finish up Lolly's story and also print out that three-page long report on her life after high school that she's going to send to the editor of her class's newsletter.
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