Just when Fio is still on edge about what she had to go through to get Sonia Dog's meds, she finds a big box on her front porch that says something about music on it. Thinking one of her kids had sent her a birthday gift, she cuts open the several boxes within boxes and discovers the parts to a plastic chair she is supposed to put together so she can sit down in the shower. FURY! Fiorella doesn't shower--standing or sitting!
Looks like this contraption is going to end up at The Caring Place, just like Husband's plastic chair did.
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Please excuse Fiorella, but she's a little ragged today. One of her telephones has hidden itself somewhere so the chief phone keeps croaking at Fio about low batteries. Ma Bell was never this rude.
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Wondering if the plumber will show up today, especially since he can't reach Fio by phone. Yep. it's a one-thing-piled-on-top-of-another day.
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Hey, something GOOD just happened--a County Commissioner called and said the dam would be dismantled--or at least the fencing would be removed.
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Technically, this is Fiorella's birthday, but she's decided not to acknowledge it until the 25th, when she and Daughter (also a July baby) will have a joint celebration in the driveway, six feet apart and masked, as will anyone else be who drops by.
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