From Song to Elephant

           Supply your own melody--

All alone, by the telephone, waiting for a call, 

Hoping I can talk with anyone, anyone at all at all--

Sweep and sweat, what do your get--

Naught but a seven foot wall

    

Fiorella wrote the above ditty in the dark of night when everything seemed to be turned against her, but, oh, how quickly things changed when she finally made contact with her former, wonderfully loyal maid of yore and was able to hire her for for the evenings her son and his wife would be gone. Yahoo!

There are so many things that only your girl can handle, like taking care of her cabinet shelving, sorting out family photos, rearranging her chest of drawers, etc., and then there are the things she WANTS to do--like play the piano, sew closed the tears in the lovely crocheted blanket at the foot of her bed, study languages, write-write-write, paint-paint-paint, etc. Guess which list her over-active conscience makes her choose?

Interesting. Fiorella's computer has a habit of messing up its shift and caps lock every now and then, but the second time around, Fio got angry and accidentally dropped it on the floor. WOW--somehow the problem was solved, so when Cuty-Pie tried the same trick on your girl again, she dropped it again, but this time....purposefully.😡😡

Your girl said something clever about an elephant, then lost it somehow, so Good Night😌

For some reason that Fio can't account for, she's been thinking of elephants the whole time she's been writing this blog.😕