Firella is running late because she's been sort of sick the past two days--more today than yesterday. No idea how she got sick--maybe from the neighborhood kids, maybe when she was at the FedEx store, maybe from a passing stranger--who knows. The important thing is that she's feeling a lot better now and can proceed with writing nice notes inside her cards and mailing them off to places known and unknown (And if she doesn't have your address, she'll post a copy of her yearly magnificence here in the blog--art, poetry, greetings, and all.)
Now that your girl has fallen behind in decorating, she'll have to scuttle a bit, but never fear. Except when she had scarlet fever as a child, she's never missed a Christmas.
The happiest moment in her day today was when friend Paula called from frosty Vermont. Talking over times old and new is a great way to warm up winter.
Fiorella is hoping to have the front parlor in tip-top shape by Christmas. Hopefully, Son L will have the paintings hung by then. We will also have to make a trip to the lumber yard to pick up some extra boards to rightfully exhibit all of Mom's collection of pretties, some of them quite valuable. Fio should add that she's also put some of Husband's best photos on the wall--if you've got it, show it!
Wondering if Son L will take us all on a ride around town to look at the lights as the holiday lights up.
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