Fiorella confesses all--she is a rubber band hoarder. Yes, any rubber band that comes into her hands--from the grocery store, the newspaper delivery, or whatever--is put into a little box your girl has in the drawer on the right hand side of her bed. After all, she never knows when she might need one.
Regarding the parlor project, Fio is still working like a dog. Yesterday evening, she moved more furniture around, and today, she measured out the space for the piano--which may and may not still work because it's electronic and has been packed away for about two years. Now she has to not only figure out the rest of the floor plan but how to display her mother's treasures, some of them quite valuable.
Fiorella's traveling nurse, Becky, came when your girl was working on the parlor, and while Fio liked hearing that her blood is doing whatever it's supposed to do, but she was over the moon when Becky complimented her on her placing of so many of her mother's geegaws.
Going through old pictures is interesting and, at the same time, heartbreaking when one thinks about the losses of various types through the years. Love, laughter, and tears--it's the way of the world.
Your girl got acquainted with the man who lives across the street when she was coming down from picking up her mail at the communal post box and, as it turned out, his daughter is a writer too. Hope we'll get together sometime.😃
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