Tah-daaah! Fiorella woke up early and spent an hour or so putting her temporary residence in order, which relieved her mightly. Nothing like knowing where her clean underwear is.
She also, on her own, took her mail to the mailbox out on the road despite an extra high porch step that, because of a game leg, she hadn't been able to navigate before. If anyone had been around to watch, Fio wouldn't have attempted the step, but, because there's always a little voice inside her saying I wonder if..., she pulled her brain and muscles together, took a firm grip of the wooden porch spindles, and swung her weight down the step. She did the same thing to get back on the porch again, which was even harder because she's right-handed and her left arm had to do the lion's share of lifting.
What, oh what, does Fio do when she's bored because she's the only adult in the house who isn't working? Well, she composes her blog, keeps up with friends by email and FaceBook, and tries to make herself useful by playing with her granddaughter, the most darling little girl in the whole wide world. (May the good God bless and keep her.)
Your faithful correspondent just discovered that the last time she was in her house, she'd accidentally picked up a half-finished manuscript. Hmm........
And maybe once she's in the new house, she can start painting again, . Ah-haaah, her golden age is yet to come!
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