Fio is feeling ever more sorrowful on the last day of the month as she goes around the empty house humming "Fast away, the old year passes" in a most dolorous tone. Not that she can really sing anymore, of course, which also makes her even sadder.
In the late afternoon yesterday, she heard jangles and the sound of children playing outside so she took a chair out, sat it on the porch, and watched the kids as they lined up for the ice-cream man and then ran their bikes and scooters around until the evening darkened and they were called home, leaving your girl alone again. Nothing to do but pick up her chair and go back inside the house.
Fiorella tries so hard to be a good person, no matter what, but it's hard to to keep a-smilin' when all she wants to do is cry. Sometimes it teems like the whole world is against her, telling her that everything she does or has done is wrong and accusing her of things she never even thought of doing.
She'd feel better if she could just hop in the car and drive to places like the bank, her doctors' offices, church, wherever, on her own, but while Fio could scoot around small-town Georgetown with no problem, she doesn't know her way around Austin anymore. Son L has been kindly acting as chauffeur, but he has his own life to live.
Sorry to end the year on such a low note, but maybe next year will be better.
Love, Fiorella 💗
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