Sunday Afternoon Activities

 Hoping everyone had a happy, happy Halloween. Fiorella remembers her childhood scary jaunts up and down the street with a gang of other trick-or-treaters. She especially remembers when the group she was with walked up onto a dark front porch that had a big bin of apples standing by the door. The sign beside it said, "Please take just one," and, walking up to the bin, that's what we did, one by solemn one.

Your girl is shocked and angered by the Trump-inspired hooligans endangering not only the Biden campaign bus, but also every other car on the highway. SHAME!

Fio's emptied out the front room and the guest room of everything but the heavy furniture. Upstairs, both of the offices are also stripped down to the basics, as is the arts-and-crafts room, while the master bedroom is down to bedrock and the storage room is empty. The kitchen is still active, of course, and so is the den, but the dining room, where Fiorella puts things she doesn't know what else to do with, remains piled high. 

Bastrop son visited today and treated Fiorella to a hamburger, helped her with moving, and discussed getting her a single gently-used car to take the place of her Miata and Mercedes, both of which are grounded right now. Oh, and Fio got stung by a scorpion.

Your girl finally moved her unfinished stories out of the shelves into the buffet drawers, and the reason she told you this is so that she'll know where they are when she's looking for them.