Thinking Things Out

 Wanna know how weird your girl is? She doesn't think athletes should be paid, that sports should be for fun, not profit.

Fio just put a call in to Sonia Dog's veterinarian. Sweetie Doggie started limping yesterday, and it got worse today when she attempted to get through the gate from Fio's "suite" to the rest of the house. The vet won't be available till Monday or Tuesday, so it's up to Yours Truly now.

It's interesting how nice Fiorella's fingernails look now that she's not lugging around, large, heavy cardboard boxes heading for storage.

It seems like there is too much going on around everyone else, but not enough around Fio--except for that garish pillbox that the medical powers-that-be wanted her to use. Your girl tried for a day, then dumped the pills out on the table and located them in their original positions. The basic problem is that she can't bring herself to trust any pill that doesn't come straight out of a bottle--and have a Greekish name on it.

 Fio has abandoned her plan to make a wee corner in her bedroom into a dressing table and now has her eye on bigger game: the large mirror covering the area above the sinks in the bathroom that your girl shares with her four-year-old granddaughter. It's about 40" high and 80" long, which is totally lost space, and your girl is pretty sure a good handyman could take down the mirror, cut it into suitable portions and end up with THREE mirrors--a generous one above each of the two sinks and a long, tall one on the back of the bathroom door. Then shelves could be added along both sides to house the mess along Fiorella's side of the double sinks and the mess that will come when Granddaughter gets older.

Anyone up for the job?