Up to Date

 Wow, good news--Son's relative-in-law knows how to mend a concrete balcony. Looks like Fio can pack away those steel demolition balls and breath a little easier. Whew!

Your girl needs to cut down on the chocolate, which she runs to the refrigerator for every time she hits a bump in the road, but what can she replace it with?

It's that time of year--the creepie-crawlies are invading the house. They're little wormy things about an inch long that blend in with the brown of the concrete floor and that Fiorella squashes with whatever is handy. 

Why are we always aping each other? Fio remembers how she and her mother would raise or lower the hemlines of her dresses every year according to fashion. And then there are the necklines, the ever-changing fashionable colors, and hair styles. In this time of the virus, long hair has become the vogue. Six months from now, everyone will be shaving their heads bald.

Stupid Fiorella has packed away all her books and now has nothing to read. In the oldern days, she would have popped down to the corner drug store and picked up a paperback or two, but times have changed. All she so can do is weep. Again.

AS IF FIO DOESN'T HAVE ENOUGH ON HER HANDS, THE DAMN BLOGGER WON'T LET HER CHANGE HER PUBLISHING TIME! GRRRRRRRRRRR!