Movin' Along

OOOPS! There is nothing left in Fio's mini fridge except two-week-old salmon frosting up more and more every day, which your girl didn't realize is NOT a good sign because she has never in her life before come across a refrigerator that didn't do the job automatically. A loud screech and whimpering sounds will doubtless follow.

At least your girl tackled the drawers in her desk, which itself, for some weird builder's reason, is not inside her room, but across from it. Fiorella didn't finish her clean-out, of course--there were too many years worth of papers dumped into the desk all at once after we moved in--but she did sweep off the top of the desk and clean out two lower drawers. Tomorrow, she'll go through what's left.

Congratulate Fio. She's posted half of her current life on an upright yard-long corkboard and as soon as she gets hold of its mate, will post the rest of it--all so that she can keep track of herself.

The times, they are a-changin'. FiorellaMovin' Along is in the last stages of preparing the parlor for all to enjoy and soon will be able to give more attention to her own bedroom (a closet light) and her studio (rearranging the bookshelves). Wish her well.

Blame it on the way she was reared--Fiorella can be naught but polite to everyone... despite themselves.