Fiorella woke up early this morning--or at least earlier than any other humans in the house--because Doggie had indicated she needed go outside. But when your girl reached to unlock the back door, she noticed a note saying the alarm was active. What alarm and why? We live in an upscale gated community and have a mighty mastiff that doesn't bite, but has a bark that would summon cops from miles around.
Daughter-in-law, who was dozing on Fiorella's black couch in the front room to the lullaby of a one of Granddaughter's kiddie shows, woke up long enough to take care of the alarm, then settled back into dreamland again. In the meantime, Fio noticed that a second cat had been introduced into the family, Luckily, Sonia couldn't care less--although the cat seemed disappointed that Fiorella's breakfast milk went to Doggie instead of her (him?)
Speaking of breakfast, Fio discovered that although everything else in the kitchen area is lit by frighteningly bright lights in the early morning, the pantry, which shelters your girl's precious Shredded Wheat, is not. GRRRRR!
Son drove up to the house about lunchtime, parked in the driveway, and started unloading storage items from a U-Haul. Most of the things were from his and his wife's former home, but he'd also picked up some of Fiorella's pretties. She was especially glad to see the charming foot-high shepherd-boy clock that her mother-in-law had picked up at an antique shop way back when. Fio in planning to put the clock on a high-up shelf where it can be safe and everyone can enjoy its beauty for years to come.
The new house is filling up fast, but there are still more deliveries to come. Wonder if this hoity-toity community allows garage sales.
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