Panic time--Fiorella's world is shrinking around her as she packs away all her pleasures and proofs of accomplishment, not knowing when--or if--she will ever be her full self again. In the meantime, her stevedore muscles are getting a work out packing boxes and she panics at the drop of a hat, partially because her life has changed so drastically, partly because of the move, partly because of the virus, which threatens us all.
Mother, who had lived in and around Akron her whole life, had trouble adjusting to Texas and constantly compared it unfavorably to the Garden of Edin that was Ohio. Aping her, Fio did the same until she was squelched by Mr. Mahan, her seventh-grade social studies teacher. "Fiorella, not everything is better in Ohio," he said gently, and suddenly recognizing what an ass she had been, Fio folded her arms on her desk and cried her heart out. It was a hard lesson, but a needed one.
It's difficult to write a blog when a Mastiff insists on licking your elbow the whole time. Fiorella doesn't know if her arm is dirty, Doggie needs to wipe her tongue, or it's some kind of weird canine love blessing.
What was it with the noodle-brained idiots who trained for months to kidnap the governor of Michigan? Delayed adulthood? Too many movies and videos? And, on the darker side, what were they going to do once they got her?
Trump is on his way out, at last, and it's by his own doing. He thought he could out-bully Covid.
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