From Weep to Weep

 Yes, Fiorella is weeping again. She's been thinking a lot about her parents lately, about what good people they were, and wondering why they had to die. Wouldn't it be better if truly good people could live forever while nasty, bad people would go through death after death until they've finally seen the error of their ways and become good people?

Wow, it's actually cold outside! Fio started the day wearing black slacks, a nice printed top, and a dark tee overlaid with a three-quarter arm stylish-looking shirt, but when she went out with Son L to pick up  groceries and a prescription, she had to grab Husband's old zippered rain jacket to fend off the cold. Ah...so much for glamor....

Your girl knows that we still a while more till December, but she's aching to start decorating, partly because she loves the joy of the Christmas season and partly because she wants to make sure all her carefully wrapped ornaments have survived the move. The twenty-some year old fake Japanese tree didn't, as you remember. 😓

Texas has been guaranteed snow this year, but the big question is what kind. A dainty pitter-patter that's burned up by afternoon? A more robust fall that that can produce enough of the white stuff that children will try to build snowmen? A horrendous downfall like last year, when Fiorella was frozen out of her house and had to seek shelter with Son L's wife's family?

Going through more of the items Fiorella brought back from the last trip to the Pfugerville storage units, she found her mother's beautifully illustrated certificate of baptism and, of course, spent the rest of the afternoon weeping.