Your girl was terribly depressed all morning. The day was dark and dreary, and all she could think about were happier days past--until suddenly it dawned on her that it was DECEMBER, and CHRISTMAS was coming on. So, as anyone who had Mrs. Rubright as a kindergarten teacher would do, she went through her supplies in the art shelves, pulled out several red and green pieces of paper, grabbed her ever-handy scissors, and began making a chain to decorate the back wall to the front door. No one called a halt to her endeavors so she added a bottom chain and put red ribbons around the necks of the wooden duck and metal goose. Now, what else can she decorate?
Just three days more till Fiorella can claim her piano! She's ecstatic at the thought, but concerned about the reality....
Wonder if anyone reads Fio's blog or if she's just writing to herself. But maybe it's good that she doesn't know "who, what, and where" because then she'd get more self-conscious than ever and not give you the bottom line.
Your girl can't help but think about Christmases in the past as a child, a wife, and a mother--the hustle- bustle of downtown shopping, the music in the air, the gloriously lit tree, the anticipation. (On the other hand, with Covid and all its cousins, she's guessing there won't be much downtown shopping this year.)
OMG--as Fiorella was lying on her back in bed and writing with the computer on her stomach, THE SUN CAME OUT! Surely, it's a good omen!
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