Your girl is hitting her stride on the piano by practicing four beginner's pieces three times each day. Not that she's listenable yet, but she's coming along. (She'll let you know when Carnegy Hall calls her. 😄)
Have you been wondering about that second painting that Fiorella half-killed herself on when she tried to haul it up higher on the wall? Son L came to the rescue, went up and down the ladder with the hammer, hung the picture, and now everything is hunky-dory--except that Fio has ANOTHER painting she wants to have hung above the first one. Cross your fingers for everyone involved
Somewhere along the line, Fiorella wants to pick up another bottle of cologne--her age-old Chanel seems to have lost its essence. Maybe she could buy some make-do essence at Walgreens when she gets refills on her prescriptions. Ah, Youth--you were so fleeting.
About that doctor's visit--all that was wanted was a blood draw. HOWEVER, the young nurse who vampired your girl was from Bengaladesh and lit up when Fio exercised her rusty Telugu and greeted her with"Namaste."
Lately, granddaughter has been heading into Fiorella's bedroom every day when she gets home from pre-school After all, Grammy always has pens and paper ready for B to exercise her inherited creativity on. 😁
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