Moving is One Big Pain!

Looks like Fiorella is on a downward spiral again. As it turned has turned out, she didn't get a chance to do any more work on Lolly and did very little on clearing out of the house. Instead, she sat in on a dreadful family ZOOM in which Elder Son exploded at her for not being able to get into the meeting properly--she couldn't help it if her line was dead.
     Also, the garage door won't open. Luckily Fio had parked the cars outside.
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After living alone for two years and now being sidelined by the pandemic, Fio is unaccustomed to conversation and thus panics when she has to talk to anyone. It's a sad state to be in for someone who was a debater, acted in plays, and swung a mean gavel. Nevertheless, she must move forward. What else can she do?
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 Thanks goodness for wonderful friends like Ellen, who called Fiorella last night from California and let your girl talk and talk and talk. By the end of the call, Fio's voice was almost conversational again🧡
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Did Fio tell you the clever technique she's devised for hauling books and loose pages downstairs from her office that alleviates her lack of depth vision? She puts the items into book bags, slings the bags on one arm, then holds onto the rail with the other arm. There's usually something  small that she can grasp with her book-bag hand too, but if the item is in a box, she'll just give it a nudge, then watch it slide down the steps.
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After Fiorella has finished clearing out her office, she'll have to figure out how to handle the inherited tableware. Sigh....