Putting Everything Together

 Fiorella, the lumber jack! Well, it hasn't gotten that bad, but she's been working like a dog all day--all inside. Earlier, she was flitting around her bedroom and studio, putting them into shape, but now, she's pulling together the "parlor" of the house, a well-lit little room right inside the front door that was probably used as the sales office. 

Almost all of your girl's treasures are boxed and labeled "FRAGILE in bright red letters--Haviland, my dear, and Fio doesn't want her generation to be the end of it. 

Fiorella also had a wonderful long-distance call from a friend in England whom she used to teach, sing, and hang out with, then made a long-distance business call to Colorado in regard to one of her late Husband's business interests. All of the above sound don't sound like too much on paper, but somehow, it took Fio a whole day and dusk to tend to them--with more of the same to finish off tomorrow.

One of the negative aspects of Fio's clean-outs and rearrangement is that she always find things that she'd thought she'd lost--which means she now has to find a lovely--and loving--place for them.

Going through the storage yesterday, Fiorella found her college degrees, the ones that Husband had gussied up and hung in the den to show your girl off a couple of years back. Fio admits that she doesn't like to smash people in the face with her degrees, but she does like to look at them herself and remember when.

Happy Almost Thanksgiving and Happy Almost Christmas to All!