Friday, October 9, 2020

Moving, Moving, Poem, Chocolate, Drama

 Fiorella is always drawn between calling upon her kids for help packing and not wanting to interfere with their lives. She knows she could hire outsiders to help her, but that would cost money which she is trying to hoard for the sake of said offspring. For the same reason, she has restricted her own purchases to the barest of necessities. 

Guess what--your Fio did a quick count and discovered she'd packed over a hundred bags and boxes, with more to go. Gonna have to hire a fleet of moving vans to transport everything.

When I die, seek not my grave/ For I will not be there/ But with you always, in my love/ Hovering in the air

Drove down the road to Walgreens to get a loaf of bread and wound up loaded with Halloween chocolate. Must have been a gremlin attack 😊

WOW--a plot to kidnap a sitting governor, and all because she stood up to Trump, closed down her state, and saved its residents from the worst of the virus. Hollywood would be laughed out of town if anyone made a movie like that.

 

 


 


 

 



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