After a series of flickers in the middle of the night, the house went black, which wouldn't have been a problem except that your girl needed to use the facilities. What the heck--she had lived in this house for twenty years and could feel her way to the nearest bathroom, right? You know the answer to that. When the lights came back on, miraculously soon, she herself staring at the wall of the arts and crafts room.
It's suddenly gotten cold in Fiorella's neck of the woods so she's gearing up the fireplace again. Not only is fire the quickest way to get rid of fallen branches and paper trash, but, as you know, the pyromaniac in Fio loves to watch the dancing flames.
Friend Paula called from Vermont yesterday, and it looks like she and husband Alan will be moving up there in the near future. They plan to set up housekeeping with their daughter and her family, just as Fiorella plans to set up housekeeping with Younger Son and family. The times, they are a-changing, but THANK YOU, GOD, for telephones, email, and FB messenger.
The work on your girl's house has come to a screeching halt regarding the rotting balcony beam, but Realtor Mallary will be bringing a couple of guys over on Thursday who might be able to handle the situation. Fio will keep you posted, but meanwhile, DON'T GO OUT ON THE BALCONY!
Hooray for Fiorella--she finally got the painting of herself wearing the granny dress boxed up. It took two of the big, skinny boxes that the Bankers Boxes came in and was a bit awkward to tape, but she did it and she's proud of herself--not just for the packing, but because she used what she had on hand instead of going out and buying something.
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