This Is the Eleventh

HOUR ONE*** It looks like Fiorella is iced in, which is a big deal in Texas, but probably par for the course for her Ohio relatives. Your girl still remembers walking up the hill from Ellet Elementary, rolling a snowball in front of her that she had to abandon half-way home because it got too big for her to manage. 

Fio watched about an hour of the trial of Donald J. Trump, and it was too much for her. All she could think of was her sorrow when the electoral college gave the presidency to him instead of Hillary, whom we all thought had won because she had the popular vote. JUST THINK! ALL OF THIS--THE HATE AND GRAFT, THE INSURRECTION, THE RACISM, THE NEIGHBOR AGAINST NEIGHBOR--ALL COULD HAVE BEEN AVOIDED! 

HOUR TWO*** OMG, OMG, OMG! It's a winter wonderland outside--wondering if any visiting Yankee has a sled or two with him. Hey, Rev. David Woodhall, if you're reading Fiorella, do you you remember when our fathers took us kids outside and we sledded down the icy hill in the dark? Fio will never forget the flash of fire her sled threw up when it hit the edge of the curb.

HOUR THREE*** Son L just called and Fiorella has to go outside and wrap the pipes which she had unwrapped for when she was showing the house. Oh well, at least she have plenty of newspapers and tape. Now, please excuse her while she turns on her inside faucets. Hmm...maybe winter weather isn't so great after all. 

Oops--turns out that the beautiful snow has an underlay of ice, and your girl can't go more than two steps outside without clutching at whatever she can for balance. Oh well, if the pipes break, the pipes break.