Let's forget about the Fiorella's health right now and concentrate on what she's doing to rejoin the human race--like her music. Your girl practices piano every day, no matter what, and she recently found sheet music for a lovely little Christmas carol she'd written years ago. Ah--the days when Fio could not only sing and direct, but compose.
Daughter drove your girl over to a Target store yesterday evening to fill a short "lady list"--mascara, socks, shoelaces, and the like and--they had a great time--or at least, your girl did.
Fiorella has swept the floor of the parlor in case she can entice the nice lady down the street to visit again. Now to figure out what to do with the extra lamps and that pile of needlework in the corner.
Thank you, thank you to friend Marion, who sent Fiorella a long, newsy letter, and thanks also to friend Paula, who called Fio this morning and commiserated with all your girl's sorrows. 💗💗
WOW! Both of the house cats have been chumming up to Fio and investigating her rooms lately. If they weren't both males, you'd guess they were looking for places to nest. Hmmm....
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