Remember the Good Old Days?

 No, Fiorella didn't get taken to the Emergency Room, and although she's still not recovered, she's doing better. Her stomach settled by mid-afternoon, but her voice is still frail--which Son L still attributes to her supposedly not drinking enough water.

Just came across a page Fiorella wrote years ago about where she got her personality. Her constant action, of course, comes from her father, who was always at work or at play--golf, bowling, tennis, even a little baseball--and his reading material reflects the same preference: western paperbacks. His actions, though, did not include working on the house and garden unless Mom prodded him so except for the roof, she took care of the looks of not only the outside of the house, but also, of the inside. She had "the eye," and what she didn't know, Better Homes and Gardens informed her of.

 Fio, of course, was quite willing to follow in both of her parents' paths--constant action and tending to the house. She even designed her and Husband's last home, the one in the middle of a forest--and she's doing her best to put her stamp on her current residence too--or, at least, her rooms.

 Hey, should Fiorella say that neither of her parents, like their daughter, would have prospered in the sit-still technological world of today? Both of them, especially Dad, were people people, and it's hard to set up a friendship with a computer.

Changing the subject, Fiorella has finally come across the sketch book she took a notes on during last year's snowstorm, the one in which she almost kicked the bucket.