From the Doctor's Office to the Evening Television

 There are moments you never forget, like when your new doctor, having looked over your and your husband's double-scarred bare backs says, "Did you two meet each other before or after your back surgeries?" Once we finished laughing, we explained that all four of the surgeries were singles, but that fate must have drawn us together.

The two-person crew was here to repairs and spruce up the house again today, and Fiorella, as usual, did her Jimmy Carter bit, grabbing a spray bottle and a handful of treated sponges to do her part on the walls and doors. There's something inside her that insists she join in the party when people are working, especially on her own house.

Fio's computer is still refusing to give her access to email, which is quite irritating. She's guessing it has something to do with her cell-phone number, long-forgotten because twenty years ago, when she and husband moved into the sticks, land lines were the only reliable means of telephone communication.

Today is Sonia's birthday, but Fiorella isn't sure if doggie is nine or ten--her papers are filed away along with everything else so that only the vet knows, and there's no way Fio can take her big lug to the vet alone.

Now, if you will excuse her, your girl wants to tune in on her favorite TV show--Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries.