WHOOPEE TI YI YO! There's nothing like making a morning trip to IKEA to pick up one kid-size dressing table and four tall book cases, loading all the slats into a Kia Soul and driving thirty-plus miles back home with the makings of the dressing table on the floor of the car and the those of the book cases shoved between the car seats, which meant the driver couldn't see out of the passenger or the rear view window. Son did a great job behind the wheel, but the second Fiorella got inside the house, she collapsed on her bed and slept for most of the afternoon. Yep, all that praying was hard work.
Remember Fiorella's quarrel with Louis deJoy's desecration of the postal service? Remember that important check posted to Fio on April 5th that never showed up in her mail box? Well, in company with a wad of other "lost" mail, it showed up today, May 11. Now do you understand why deJoy should be ousted?
Now that your girl has rejoined the human race, she needs a new wardrobe. Yep, Fio looks downright seedy, which is par for the course when one is tramping around acreage, but not when one is mixing with real people everyday. (Besides, she's lost a little weight and wants to show off her new look.)
As a post script, Fiorella can hardly wait to get started on the bookshelves. Those stacks and line-ups of books in the hall need real homes.
Apologizing for messing up yesterday's blog. Fio fell asleep.
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