New Girl in Town

 Fio is NOT happy with Walgreens. When she was about to move back to Austin, your girl visited her local Walgreen's, where "everybody knew her name" (whether they wanted to or not) in order to find out what she should do about transferring her ten prescriptions. "No problem," they said. We'll transfer them  for you."

 Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! Throw back your head and laugh.  The first time that Fiorella got a prescription filled at her new Walgreens--about a month ago--it took twenty minutes, which did not endear your girl to the local establishment compared to her former pharmacy--but she was assured that the first experience would grease the doors for her second clutch of refills. WRONGO!  Her second refill took even longer and caused Son to leave the car and come in to find out what was going on. To top it all off, Fiorella learned that she is is going to have to this go through the same nonsense for each of her rfuture efills until the local pharmacy has made its own list. GRRRRR!

Your girl is still sorting through her lovely belongings and trying to display them to their best advantage in her new house, an assignment which is difficult because the two small rooms she's been allotted are rather limiting. But Fio will be Fio and she's determined to make good use of those orphans--like bunching a parade of gorgeous pillows against the huge picture window on the left side of the house.

Going through a moving box that Fiorella had hurriedly filled with family memories, she discovered a lovely little journal that her mother-in-law had poured her heart into while she was attending YWCA girls' camp, in Oklahoma, lo, these many years ago💗💗💗

Sonia, being a dog, barks up a fury every time the doorbell rings. Obvious cure: a dog's hearing is much keener than ours so we can't shut our sweethearts' down altogether; however, we can turn off our shrieking doorbells and go back to  the quick knock on the door.