Sometimes Fiorella wonders about her neighborhood. Either it's the most unfriendly group of people she ever didn't meet or they don't like older women who wear pink straw hats when they pick up the family mail. Yep, your girl has only been able to make one semi-friend and give a wave a couple of times to the two ladies who live next door. Ah, well---maybe it's left-over Covid scares.
The question now is whether or not Fio will be able to play the piano again, but it's still too early to tell. So far, her finger tips can't make the grade. Random thought: is it possible for someone to get carpal tunnel yet a third time around?
Your girl does not wish ANYONE ill, but she'd really like to see Putin get struck at least by a lightning bolt or two of....and maybe his generals and war machines too.
Can't help but wonder if mankind learned how to kill each other by imitating the dinosaurs.
Meanwhile, your girl wonders what's next for herself as someone who is emerging from a downcast low, low, low to a confident high, high, high---so maybe her best time is yet to come. Hey--is that a silver-haired Lochinvar she sees lurking behind her window?đŸ’—
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