Fiorella doesn't know what the current curriculums in pre-schools are, but her granddaughter is trying to teach her karate. Or at least, her version of karate....
Speaking of granddaughter, when she, her father, and Fio journeyed up to he street to the mailbox, B was the passenger in the wagon, son was the muscle, and yours truly was the dillettante wearing a pink straw hat and flouting her mother's luscious mink jacket. Wondering if the HOA will make a call on us....
High on your girl's list is scooting over to Home Depot and getting shelves cut to her certifications so she can move forward on her plan to finish off the parlor. Maybe, if it looks nice, visitors will forgive her pathetic--and persistent--attempt to pick up her long-ago-lost piano skills again.
Firorella bemoans the olden times when any teenage boy on the block could make a buck or two by climbing up a ladder and hanging a heavy painting (like Fio has in waiting) toward the top of the ceiling. But now, with Covid on the rampage, they all stay at home and your girl's painting is lying on an antique chest in limbo.
Fio's main goal in life is to make the world a better and more beautiful place for her having lived in it.
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